An old man who couldn't stand for two minutes on crutches drove a lawnmower on a 320-mile journey. From Laurens in Iowa to Zion in Wisconsin, all the way to the vastness of the western wheat fields, the melody of piano babble at a road. Sitting on the lawnmower, the old man walked fast, smiling confidently, experienced and full of thoughts.
The encounters along the way also depict the face of a stubborn old man. He misses his deceased wife and loves his daughter who is a little late in intelligence - he tells the girl who ran away from home that home is the warmest support. He has had many ups and downs and glorious days - he told the lads in road cycling that the scariest thing about getting old is reminiscing about being young. He's seen so many rough seas that he's at an age where he's at ease - after the hysterical woman leaves, he roasts the deer she killed and adorns the trailer with antlers. He's an old stubborn and kind, but that doesn't prevent him from seeing through the mundane tricks--bargaining with a car repair buddy, justified, but not harsh but just to get an affordable and reasonable price. He experienced World War II, with trauma, lived for his wife and daughter, and suffered inner torment for his dead comrades all the time.
He lived both calmly and heavy. Driving a lawnmower to visit his brother 320 miles away was his way of redemption. ——The two brothers have not seen each other for ten years because of some discord. When he learned that his brother had suffered a stroke, the old man's eyes filled with tears instantly, just as his brother walked out of the dilapidated house to see him, and saw the lawn mower parked by the roadside, and his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
David Lynch, who shoots weird and dark suspense films, also has such gentle and warm slow-paced works. Except for two or three weird clips, the picture and colors of the whole film are warm and warm, accompanied by a melodious and smooth harmonica. Large fields of wheat are ripe, and the country roads are long and winding. It is the pastoral west, vast and peaceful, not the lonely desert west.
In one of the David Lynch-esque shots, the fat woman in the neighborhood sunbathing comes into the house to get something, the humming noise of the Straight's house suddenly disappears, followed by a thud of a heavy object, and the fat woman in the neighbor returns and sunbathes. A serious accident has occurred, and no one in the picture knows it.
In the second shot, the heavy rain poured down at night, and the broken house was gray and blurred in the dense rain, and the obscure picture made people shudder. The father and daughter were sitting by the window watching the rain. The phone rang, five or six times. The daughter went to pick it up and learned that the uncle had suffered a stroke.
The third shot shows the old man roasting a piece of venison on the bonfire, simmering with oil. There are several deer-shaped sculptures or dolls nearby, far and near, facing him from different angles. It will run over in a second. This is a deer that was hit and killed by a female driver during the day. Although pitiful, it's better to add something delicious than waste, and he's been eating canned liver sausage these days.
These provocative clips that make the hair stand upside down slightly affect the mood of watching the movie. But these emotions are also part of life. In addition to warmth and love, there are tension, fear, and worry. All together, to be inclusive, that is life.
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