I don't like the ending, which makes the film a sermonizing allegorical novel.
I like dancing cheek to cheek, circle after circle, in my room with only the warm yellow night light on, my breathing becomes light at 2:26 in the morning, when everything is closed, there is one person, whether it is real Or false, whether funny or sad, quiet or mad, I need someone to say that he loves me. What is phantom? What is real again? People in the movie said, let's take our place as reality, and everything off the screen as false. "Let's take it one day at a time" The woman who sang such beautiful lyrics suddenly fainted after touching the body of the so-called "reality". Isn't this an absurd dream? Abandoned amusement park, infatuated object of social activity without you. Even if you are kidnapped into a whorehouse, you may be surrounded by the temptation of "free job", but as long as you walk towards him, he will stand there with foxtail, looking straight at you, and muttering, "I miss you, you're late.”
Countless nights when I couldn't sleep on the hard-reclining green leather train late at night, I pulled off a simple folding stool, leaned against the window, and watched a little bit of starlight refracted by the countryside outside in the dim light. Countless hills, meaningless wild trees, broken signboards ripped apart by the wind, invisible, mysterious and ordinary life behind the hillside, is just a flash in my face. But I have imagined more than once, that my favorite drunken fans, Shanghai and New York, carry all the fantasies of the upper city that are not only my own, and whether they just provide a fertile ground for such a life.
You say I can't fit into real life, I say I want to go on adventures with you. You said you were married, and I learned to protect you even if you were from a high-class background and never hit anyone. You say you can't survive with me, I will take you back to the world that supports me, take you to my social circle, and find a priest to witness our marriage.
Fuck the semantics What about truth? What about phantom?
You said you still have to choose real people, let me understand you. I was choked and had to say goodbye, watching you leave my world and swallowing all the sadness of parting alone.
How will our cute little paper man feel when he learns that the projector is about to shut down? Or is it too late to leave a "last word"? Perhaps there is still some dusty New Jersey veil hiding behind the memory of his soul? Or did he run away again, broke the jar, and turned back to the whorehouse full of admirers? Will he still think about the relationship between God and producers, and the mystery of childbirth? With such a sincere, pure heart?
Will he still trust real people? Will he still think that reality is still beautiful?
In a dream in a dream, Woody Allen is very cruel, just leave a sentence and wake up.
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