It is no exaggeration to say that I think he has the style of being contaminated with God. Whenever we think we know a little bit about the world and think we can see the world clearly based on past experience, God always gives us a big irony with a flick of his finger. Do you think you are single? In the end, he became a bad guy. The person who will shoot the crowd with a gun is always the one you least expect. What can we say, it can be said to be persecution of life, it can be said to be a trick of God. But he had to admit that the person pulling the trigger was himself, not someone else, not God. This is the most frustrating part. The person who makes mistakes is always himself. In fact, he also understands that God can be more merciful. The devil named jealous, cruel, vicious, perverted, who also hides deeply from the people closest to him. "At least you should give me a chance to be loyal!"-----Those who are heartless can blame God like this.
So, Woody Allen wrote such a story. You thought you were a "pretty, small-town, God-fearing, church-going, pie-baking—pretty, small-town, God-fearing, churchgoing, pie-baking" wife and mother , turned out to be a whateverist artist, lived with two men, and never went to church. Such a sarcastic contrast, and that string of sarcastic adjectives, only Woody Allen could have written. And, of course, the husband of a good wife and a good mother, who also turned gay after just adjusting the audience to his standard conservative southern style. These are shockingly ironic to us "who see the whole picture." It's all like what God would do, but with less coldness and more jokes.
In this case, then whatever, let life be more casual, why should you be strict with yourself? For fear of losing what you have now? Just like the good wife and mother who suppressed her artistic talent, just because her husband didn't like her doing things unrelated to housework and was afraid of losing her existing family? What's the difference between that and the thousands of women who gave up their careers and hobbies just to have a happy family. Or like those who repress their true sexuality in order not to be viewed differently? Of course, Woody Allen still does not forget the irony here: people who are at ease as good wives and good mothers are betrayed by their husbands and good friends, and the frustrated man finds that his real problem is not that he is in love with his wife's good friends, but that he does not love women at all. Once again, I couldn't help but tremble. Life is like this, when we give everything just to protect the current state, we are always easily betrayed by life, betrayed by those ridiculous and outrageous little things, and then lose everything.
So, whatever, don't care so much about the rules. There are no rules in life. You want to use a ruler to frame it, but you are only deeply ridiculed by life and ridiculed by all "people who see the whole picture".
So, after watching the movie, take a deep bow to the genius Woody Allen, thank him for teaching us to let go, Just let it go…
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