I haven't read the original novel, although the pink cover of this novel often appeared on the edge of my sight more than a year ago. I don’t know how much the screenwriter has adapted the original work, nor can I guess what the woman reading the original was thinking. All I know is that the story of Lauren Weiss has too many similarities to what I have experienced. The cramped space, the poor quality of life, the futile effort and the drastically changed and alienated relationship, the only difference is the ending. Because of my strong personal feelings, I was constantly isolated from the entertainment elements of movies, and I was forced to use a different perspective to dissect the story of the movie and my own story.
This story has nothing to do with growth, character, right or wrong, but just about a life that is out of balance. Vanity is the original sin. Women are proud of wearing prada, and men are proud of giving prada. They are all the same. The sin juxtaposed with vanity is jealousy. If you fail to be the master of glory, you will become the servant of jealousy. This is also a universal truth. Both of these sins are related to self-esteem. If self-esteem is out of balance, people are different. Aspiring women began to reject the incompetence of men, and frustrated men began to criticize women's depravity, so life became unbalanced. An unbalanced life will only lead to death and madness, so it is necessary to find a new balance point. This is not only the logic of the screenwriter, but also the logic of life.
At this time, there are several ways to return to balance: Either women quit their jobs and go home to live a hard life, or men become rich overnight. Everyone is not mentally handicapped, and we all know that this is too unrepresented, so the usual ending is one shot and two scattered. But Hollywood is Hollywood, and it’s a middle-of-the-way ending. Men have new jobs, women realize the sadness of the industry, sellers have improved quality, and buying houses have reduced demand. In order to justify themselves, they have also added the unfortunate lessons of the boss’ feelings. Well, the fashion industry is a big dye shop that creates odd-shaped sexual life incoordination and psychopathic Obasan. Now everyone is satisfied? Those men and women who can't afford prada? Raising scapegoats and selling high-priced dog meat is how Hollywood makes money. But this is not life, It's fiction.
Life is a process of equivalent exchange, and you have to pay if you want to get it. To be respected by others, you have to have achievements, to be emotionally happy, you have to lower your job, and to be both virtuous and artistic, you have to spend superhuman time and hardship. So we know that with unfortunate feelings, these horrible things in the workplace have nothing to do with the industry, only with the occupation, and with the price of your exchange of professional achievements. In other words, whether you go to a newspaper or be a cook, you have to use the energy to get Harry Potter ahead of time, and you have to learn to step on someone's head with a smile. Because only if you do well, the kindergarten aunt who speaks about God will award you a small handkerchief, and embroider the word prada, so that you can forget the pain and show off.
Knowing this truth is so painful for many people, to experience such entanglement and struggle, just like me. So people call this understanding growth, and those abandoned feelings and memories as growing pains. What an obvious false proposition. Because you are not growing at all, you are just comforting yourself. It's as if the abandoned man cried out how loyal and great he was, trying to hide his incompetence with a mask of moral hypocrisy. What is growth? It's not that you are controlled by the rules after you understand the rules, which is called adapting to the society, but you are fully understanding the rules and using the rules to stick to yourself, not holding the dogma of those gentlemen, and not becoming a pragmatic pragmatism. So in your opinion, there is no queen in that circle, no demon, only those women who yearn for prada, nothing more.
Then again, the next time the woman you love dances in front of your eyes, looking forward to the luxurious outfits and future of that profession. You have no contempt or excitement, just quietly listening, politely agreeing, just appreciating the familiar look of the pair of eyes: life with hope is really beautiful...
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