What does old age mean?

Reynold 2022-04-19 09:01:57

The work of David Lynch. A story full of warmth. Simple storyline, a lot of pictures and few lines, but it doesn't make people feel sleepy, everything seems so natural.

Alvin is an old man with personality. He is old but not fragile , on the contrary, there is a will to not fall in it. Although it is a little stubborn, it is admirable. Along the way, he met all kinds of people, a pregnant girl who ran away from home, a young and vigorous group of bicycle enthusiasts, anxious A manic woman, an old man who has also experienced World War II, and a lonely pastor. To everyone, Alvin's attitude is the same, gentle but firm, not leaning on the old, let alone begging for mercy.

Although he also revealed The sadness of being old: the worst part of being old is remembering when you was young.

In addition, the large cornfields and warm sunset light that always appear in the film suggest that Alvin's journey is not boring, even the original is slightly sad The music of Alvin is full of joy.

When he sees his brother, does Alvin's uncontrollable happiness come from the completion of the journey or the meeting with his brother?

Maybe both, maybe the former is just my projection That's it.

I envy him for his calm attitude towards everything, that's the gift of time.

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The Straight Story quotes

  • Alvin Straight: Well, they may be mad. I don't think they're mad enough to want to lose you, or your little problem.

    Crystal: I don't know about that.

    Alvin Straight: Well, of course, neither do I, but a warm bed and a roof sounds a mite better than eating a hot dog on a stick with an old geezer that's travelling on a lawnmower.

  • Alvin Straight: Can I help you, lady?

    Deer Woman: No, you can't help me. No one can help me. I've tried driving with my lights on, I've tried sounding my horn, I scream out the window, I-I roll the window down and bang on the side of the door and play Public Enemy real loud! I have prayed to St. Francis of Assisi, St. Christopher too-what the heck! I've tried everything a person can do, and still, every week, I plow into at least one deer! I have hit thirteen deer in seven weeks driving down this road, mister! And I have to drive down this road! Every day, forty miles back and forth to work! I have to drive to work, and I have to drive home!

    [she looks at the open fields around her]

    Deer Woman: ...Where do they come from?

    [she kneels down and checks the deer's pulse]

    Deer Woman: He's dead.

    [she walks back towards her car]

    Deer Woman: And I love deer!

    [she gets in her car and drives off]