Sometimes, when I hear a good song, I want to play it at my wedding, and if it's a sad song, I want to play it at my funeral. However, in this film, I don't know how to express my love for her with a sense of ritual.
It turned out to be a movie from so long ago. Fortunately, I finally saw it. What a chance, the school was showing, just on a quiet Friday afternoon, in a shallow and ignorant empty age, to catch up with this movie. This is the best movie I've ever seen in my life.
I don't know why, but there are so many things I want to write, but it is very stressful to write it as a film review, and every word has to be carefully considered. I don't know how to express what I mean, I feel like I understand but I don't seem to understand.
In more than 100 minutes, too many things have flashed, natural changes, from sunrise to sunset, there are silent abandoned supermarkets, bookstores, restaurants, houses, time is flowing, but they maintain an eternal attitude, like Newton's. The second law, the moment he is abandoned, he dies, or stands still, and that state goes on and on. It seems that the sleeping person only breathes the air, taking in countless tiny particles of dust that are barely visible to the naked eye, like a layer of skin, they exist in unknown corners, but we don't know, what we see All are prospects.
All we see is the appearance of things. When we use the most outstanding products of the 20th and 1st century, mobile phones and computers, some people walk around the garbage dumps, take long sticks, and pick out the garbage that can make money. The waste we throw away is their hope. This is life. You watch the documentary. In the camera, someone is sitting in the office, like a robot, with an expressionless face. Under the shining incandescent lamp, his fingers are jumping quickly on the keyboard; the city is full of traffic and brightly lit. So some people still live racially gregarious, scantily clad lives, primitive, natural, superstitious, yet charming. I feel fortunate in my heart that the primitiveness and wildness have not completely left us, although the backward races have many customs like self-mutilation and self-mutilation, although they are poor and ignorant because of the objective environment, and they do not get the same good life as us. However, the "good" here may not exist in the reverie of people who are still living a primitive life. They do not touch our world. Maybe, in their hearts, they can hit a few wild boars every day. It is a "good" life.
The documentary is all-encompassing, impressive as well as the shemales in the dance hall, pigs with slaughter, chickens, those devout believers and so on.
When I look at the world from the perspective of a bystander, I feel a lot in my heart. This is your life and mine. We are in this colorful world. No matter what the process is, we will eventually leave, and then a new life will continue. , endlessly, all things reincarnate.
So, respect everything, look at the flowers and grass, the workers who consume their physical strength to earn cheap wages, those who are slaughtered, those who worship devoutly are called Japanese geisha. , Thai ladyboy, hey, respect everything.
Don't look at the appearance, life is a well, please forget to look.
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