Here, there, lost

The woman who kept saying that she had strayed into this fallen paradise was called Mika. She liked chewing gum and wore a red sweater. The man who committed suicide for love was called Zia. Music accompanies him as he cleans the room, blood, lots of blood, ironically the last glimpse of him before he dies in unclean, carelessly neglected corners after he thought everything was neat and tidy; and a bohemian rock Man Eugene, dramatic OR comedic death, who lived with his whole family in this suicidal paradise, laughed that his brother had the suicidal gene.
We all think that death is the best way to escape, but the director said that the place where the suicides go is no different from the original world, and even still has to work, sleep, eat, drink and pull, but everything is worse than before. Perfect sarcasm, jumping from one cage to another, even worse, with the same functionality but poor hardware.
They go together to find: Zia is looking for his girlfriend who also committed suicide, Eugene is persuaded by Zia's question 'what else can you do' to search together, Mika is looking for the person in charge of this paradise, she is sure She is not committing suicide, she is going home.
Mika was dissatisfied that there were no stars in this "heaven" night, and she questioned whether there were stars in the world where people who died normally go. During the journey, the sky presents a variety of shades of blue, the common denominator is a little bit of gray. In fact, the film is spread out in various shades of blue from start to finish, which is beautiful. Their destination is unknown, Mika grabbed the right to drive from Eugene, because she thought she would save time, Eugene smiled and asked: Where are we going? Mika looked at the distance and pointed at random and said: there. Searching for no purpose naturally does not have a lost way, or it can be said that the places you have gone are lost, and then you go to another lost way.
What impressed me was the waste in the grass everywhere along the way: sofas, tires, cars. They have something in common: broken, dirty, quiet, abandoned here and there by others; people who commit suicide, abandoned here and there by themselves.
In the end, Eugene, who was not looking for anything, found his dumb lover who could sing with his throat; Mika was not happy when he got the right to go home; Zia found his girlfriend but found it was not what he wanted. .
Until the end, we never know what we want.
In the long search, what I have always embraced are the traces accumulated by the years of cold and self-knowledge. Even if you don't want to, you have to accept it, whether you accept it with firmness or reluctance.

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