Another brain-burning masterpiece after "Creed", a strange story that touches people's hearts

Berniece 2022-04-23 07:03:19

Recently, the high-profile movie is Nolan's "Creed", and many people have questioned them twice.

However, this new Netflix film may be more brain-burning than "Creed".

84% on Rotten Tomatoes.

In a word, it 's so weird!

A suspicious, screaming, and unexpected journey. The black hole-like plot fermented, the ending and the truth were unexpected...

"I Want to End This"

This article contains spoilers.

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An unexpected journey, a time and space disordered story.

On a snowy night, Lucy follows her boyfriend Jack to meet his parents, driving through the snowy countryside.

However, the thought of "I want to end it all" lingered in Lucy's mind and, oddly enough, Jack seemed to be able to hear her muttering to herself.

They talked about literature, movies, musicals all the way, and Lucy also recited her own poem "Bone Dog". The two chatted one after another. In fact, before reaching the destination, Lucy was already desperate to go home. .

When I came to Jack's parents' house, a house stood abruptly in the snow and ice, with no front to the village or back to the store, giving people an ominous premonition.

Despite the heavy snow, Jack did not bring Lucy to the door, but insisted on seeing the farm, and told her the story of a pig covered with maggots.

At Jack's parents' home, she saw a dog that kept shaking its head and a locked basement door.

Lucy went to Jack's house for the first time, but she saw a picture of herself when she was a child at his house. She asked Jack "who is this", but Jack said "it's me".

At the dinner table, Jack's parents tried to talk to Lucy, but the four of them couldn't talk together. The scene was extremely embarrassing.

And Jack's parents seemed a little nervous, their expressions were inexplicably exaggerated, and even their smiles looked like they were crying.

Lucy saw that the snow outside the window was getting heavier and wanted to go home quickly, but when she turned her head, the Jack family disappeared.

What happened next became more and more bizarre.

She walked into the room next to "Jack's Childhood Bedroom" and found a piece of paper with her poem "Bone Dog" written on it.

Seeing Jack's father, he is much older, like eighty or ninety years old.

Mother sat in a wheelchair with white hair.

But in the next shot, she was holding a dirty clothes basket in her arms, and her face returned to her youth.

Lucy went to the basement and saw that the washing machine was spinning clothes, each of which was the same overalls.

She also saw many paintings of herself on the ground, but it was Jack's signature on it.

When she came back, Jack's mother became a dying state,

And my father is getting younger.

Lucy lived through the lives of Jack's parents, who were young and old.

Lucy muttered to herself, "People are still, but time flows, blowing to people like a cold wind."

In the movie, the daily life of an old campus cleaner is interspersed in the story, as if he was watching Jack and Lucy's journey through the snow.

The two drove home and bought ice cream at a dessert shop. Jack was inexplicably uncomfortable when he saw the melting ice cream, and insisted on going back to his high school to find a trash can to throw it away. Lucy ran into the old cleaner at school.

All the way forward, all the way to worry.

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A stream-of-consciousness movie by a genius screenwriter.

Tracing its origins, the film is adapted from the first novel by the talented Canadian novelist Ian Reid, and this dark horse debut was a strong finalist for the Shirley Jackson Award. (The Shirley Jackson Award was established in 2007 for outstanding psychological suspense, horror and dark fantasy novels)

The novel blends philosophical discussions of self-belonging, the individual and the group into a dark fantasy, a divisive, twisted, gothic personal tragedy.

Oscar-winning director and screenwriter Charlie Kaufman wrote and directed the film of the same name.

In the film, he uses a retro 4:3 aspect ratio, rich and dark colors, and chaotic time and space to create a stream of consciousness image.

The wild imagination, the dazzling symbolic metaphors, the nested structure of the set within the set and the play within the play destroy the viewer's brain cells and burn the viewer's brain nerves.

This movie is deeply incomprehensible. The amount of information rushed in like a violent storm outside the window.

Many literary works are quoted in the dialogues and images of the film, the high-intensity dialogues of lines, and the non-linear narratives that free themselves and jump are easy to dissuade people.

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What exactly is this movie about?

At school, Lucy bumps into the old cleaner and notices the icon in the upper right corner of his clothes, the same one that Lucy saw in Jack's parents' washing machine.

The old cleaner is getting ready to go home, sitting in the car and starting to reminisce about the past, and those pictures are all Jack and Jack's parents.

Naked, he followed a pig with maggots on its lower body back to campus, which echoes the pig mentioned by Jack at the beginning of the film and is a shadow of his childhood.

Walking into the auditorium, the old Jack on the podium was giving a speech and performing the stage play of his life. Sitting under the stage were the same old classmates and family members.

Finally, it was dawn, and the old cleaner's car was covered in thick snow.

The easiest explanation is that it was a dream.

This is a dream of the old cleaner, a brain madness, he imagined that Jack and Lucy are two people, so all three of them are the same person, Jack.

The childhood picture hanging in Jack's house is both Jack and Lucy.

The paintings in the basement were painted by both Jack and Lucy.

There are Lucy's poems in Jack's bedroom, and the books they talked about together on the way...

There are a lot of details, you can solve the mystery in the video.

If it's a dream, it's easy to explain the hazy and messy images that are full of consciousness.

Our dreams are like that.

Lucy is idealized. She is a painter and a physicist. Jack is involved in painting, photography, literature, and science, and Lucy always talks freely.

Lucy is who Jack wants to be, but he doesn't get it, and the ultimate reality is that he becomes a cleaner with a monotonous life, no partner, no family.

Compared with the social death in the current cyber violence, in fact, the old cleaner has also "socially died".

He wants to end it all.

Fears of time, loneliness, identity come in and overwhelm people.

The film takes the audience to examine the fragility of the soul and the limits of loneliness.

The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, which is the normal state of most people, and then they end their lives.

We don't know how we're going to live our lives.

Struggling between ideals and reality, what should we do if we are destined for life?

"It's like drawing lots. Play whatever cards you have in your hand, make lemonade from the lemons of your life, and move on."

This is a movie that picks the audience, burning the brain, depressing, depressing, talking taboo, and stream of consciousness. The inversion and dislocation of identities and relationships, the subversion of the present and the future, all make people feel obscure, but if you think about it carefully, you will be amazed by the philosophical thinking in it, which is profound and straight to the hearts of the people.

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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.