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Anxiety Genius
Gillian 2022-10-21 16:12:44
From "Brain Change", "Orchid Thief" to "Ace Enemy", the talented screenwriter Charlie Kaufman has never let me down. The latest director's work "New York Ukiyo-e" (Damn! It's been a while since the film was released, and I only bought it last Sunday at an audio-visual rental store near Fuxing South Road that rents and sells films) The texture is still wonderful, and the characters are interspersed. The detours, the cross-flow of the gaps in time and space, and the clever game traps fascinate me everywhere, but once faced with the heavy metaphor of death and fate, it seems that the method is too sculpted. The prosperous city in the head of a genius, and the life of anxiety in the head of a genius is really not something ordinary people can understand!
Extended Reading
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Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.
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[over radio]
Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.
Millicent Weems: Walk.
Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...
Millicent Weems: Gone.