A dream without me

Krystina 2022-04-20 09:02:07

There are a lot of poems, dance dramas, and paintings in the film, but because the film creates a certain atmosphere and emotion, it is not very difficult to understand by throwing away some of the narrative design and restoring it in the mind.

After watching the movie, the two words that stay in my mind all the time are time and chaos. This is a movie about "me" and a movie about "time". It appears in the form of dreams and imagination, artificially Dressed in surreal colors.

dance scene at school

Narratively, it has two main characteristics, disorder and circulation, but this is not the whole, but the part. The whole is an interweaving of two lines, where Lucy and Jack come home to their lives with the housekeeper, and their meeting ends. Partial disorder is manifested in surreal clips, one of which is Lucy looking out the window, and the person who disappeared from the room disappeared. She went upstairs and met Jack's father, who had gray hair compared to the father he saw at dinner. , When she came up from the basement, Jack's mother had passed away, but her father hugged Lucy in a young way. On this farm, she seemed to see the past, present and future of Jack's parents, very much like the line in the movie, we pass by without time. In this clip, only Jack and Lucy remain unchanged in age and image. They watched their parents and calmly discussed death and aging in the family, as well as the change of time.

There are two detailed performances of the loop in the film, and they each have their own role. The ice cream box slowly at the school gate indicates the cycle of this journey, that is, the road back home, but the same necklaces piled up in different "Terror Cruises"

Horror Cruise (2009)
8.5
2009 / United Kingdom Australia / Drama Mystery Thriller / Christopher Smith / Melissa George Liam Hemsworth

What is created here is not an atmosphere of suspense and terror, but a sense of time, the passage of time, and the constant flow of people and things.

Dustbins and ice cream cups at the school gate

Lucy wanted to end the relationship, but it was more troublesome to refuse than to agree. It was more like imagining that the relationship would continue after a few years, and the life in the future would be like returning home again and again, and then appearing again and again. Ice cream cups, the ice cream cups here are no longer the incident where Jack insisted on parking the big Blizzard in the film, but the epitome of the countless times Jack talks to himself and Lucy is ignored and a piece of chicken feathers in this relationship. Another looping detail is on the stairs of the farm. The camera is fixed. Lucy goes down the stairs again and again, accompanied by a psychological monologue. This is not only a sense of time, but also the interweaving of true and false in time, reality and dream, and oneself lost. one's own confusion.

lines and farm stairs

From the beginning of the dialogue, we can know that Lucy is a physicist, a poet, and in the family dialogue Lucy talks about meeting Jack at a party. As he went down the stairs again and again, Jack supported his father and told him that she was a waiter and knew each other from her work, and Lucy tacitly agreed. In the repeated plot, the identities of the characters are confused, and the real existence cannot be distinguished, and the authenticity of the characters and the narrative is revealed invisibly. Dreams and imaginations can be confused, and there is no need to reverse them.

Lucy and Jack

This leads to another interesting question in the film, "no self". It was placed in the props and lines by the director.

childhood photos

Jack shows Lucy a picture of him when he was a child, and Lucy is surprised that this is exactly what he looked like when he was a child. At the beginning of the film, Lucy is a physicist, and at the farm Jack says she is a waiter, and the plot of the waiter is similar to the plot of the TV show the old porter sees. And back in the car, Lucy became a physicist again. At the end of the film, Jack took the stage to accept the award, which was the physics award. And Lucy went to the basement to do laundry. When she opened the washing machine, she saw the same clothes marked with "R", which belonged to the old man in the porter.

old school concierge

All of this blurs the identities of the characters. You can't know who "I" is. The three characters are different but look like the same person. Jack has the youth and achievements that the old man yearns for, and Lucy is like a girlfriend made up by his brain. It is an extension of the characters of the TV series. Sometimes the dialogue between Jack and Lucy is actually the inner monologue of the old man. In the part where Lucy and Jack flash back to the old man, the sound and picture processing is special, the sound is delayed, and the monologue of Jack and Lucy coincides with the old man cleaning the empty corridor alone, implying the fictionality of the two characters. Different from the fiction of ordinary stories, Lucy and Jack's fictional characters do not have the theme of "I", which is common and confusing. However, through the construction of these two characters, it indirectly reflects the real state of the constructor (the old man), who is eroded by loneliness and rejection, and the thoughts wander before death.

waiter on tv

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Extended Reading
  • Linnea 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    A movie with a lot of monologue lines, a movie suitable for a person to watch like a book.

  • Alphonso 2022-03-28 09:01:07

    The most amazing thing about this film is that it is two hours and 15 minutes long. From 30 minutes, I feel that it fits the name of the film.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things quotes

  • Young Woman: [about his onset dementia] I'm sorry that y-you're...

    Father: That's okay. Truth is, I'm looking forward to when it gets very bad and I don't have to remember that I can't remember!

  • Young Woman: Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not; whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything's worse once you're home. You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is just awful. And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn. You return home moon-landed, foreign; the Earth's gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of... Anyway... You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. One might as well, at a time... Well... Anyway... You're back. The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. Your vision blears. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness. You come back with X-ray vision. Your eyes have become a hunger. You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. Everything you see now, all of it: bone.