Thanks to Akira Kurosawa, it is he who presents a wide range of ecology, which makes the film condense life and become more profound and real. Kanji Watanabe served as the section chief of the Civic Affairs Section of the City Hall. He has worked hard for 30 years in the face of documents that are higher than others. As everyone knows, sitting at the table, reviewing documents and knocking on stamps, and the boring work makes him always tempted to look at his watch, as if a student is waiting for the bell after class, letting time be mechanized and self-satisfied. Passionately in the distress. He was like the "mummy" nicknamed by his colleagues secretly, unconscious, without a trace of anger. The only purpose of life is to keep the position honestly, and the best way to keep the position is to stop, watch and pass, and do nothing else. Part of the reason why he is reluctant to ask for leave is that it will not let people find out that he can do without him. The alienation between people makes the world around us shrouded in ubiquitous indifference, attached to the officials, but the miasma cannot disperse them. As a result, the citizens can only return without success again and again, helpless with the common bureaucratic habits of pretentious posturing and irrelevant to each other. Under the general trend, Watanabe also chose to continue to perish, let himself go, obliterate the once shining light of life, let the unchanging changes become immutable, and unhesitatingly unify the work purpose into a habit. But when Watanabe vaguely learned that he was suffering from stomach cancer and would soon be in the world, as an ordinary person, his desire for life and fear of death made him unable to be as calm as usual. He did not wander in the bustling streets, but instinctively returned to his home, hoping for warm comfort, but he did not expect that he was waiting for his son and daughter-in-law's profiteering and delusional, and the selfishness of the next generation made him involuntarily. Chilling. Watanabe looked at his wife’s magic card lonely and helplessly, reminiscing about the scenes of raising his son by himself. At this time, there was a roar of Western music from upstairs. Watanabe, who read the past, seemed to hear his son's call. He climbed up excitedly, but he was greeted with a "close the door" like a scream. The son’s indifference and unkindness make people sigh "A whole house is not as good as a half-way couple." In the empty room, the endless sadness was raging, leaving a lonely and haggard back. Watanabe closed the door of his house, which was also the door of his heart that he rarely opened to his son. Poor Watanabe could no longer resist the backlog of sorrow in his heart, and got into the bed like a frightened rabbit, sobbing unscrupulously. As time passed by, Watanabe might feel that the footsteps of the god of death were quietly covering up the beating of the heart, and that terrifying power broke the original silence, but he seemed to have nowhere to hide, and he couldn't solve the problem of death. The bitter taste. As an intellectual, he did not take a sleeping pill at a moment that was likely to cause a difference in thoughts, and he did not lose all his thoughts, which shows how much he yearns for salvation, dispels the embarrassment and confusion in his heart, and wants to find a way out of life. However, the long two-point and one-line work and life made him almost completely institutionalized, and he lost his assiduous pursuit of the joy of life. The lonely Watanabe had no friends, nowhere to speak bleak, and almost no one really cared how he felt. In the face of desperation, Watanabe simply chose to indulge, indulge in sensual dogs and horses, and briefly anesthetize himself. And in that world, the old and weird he seemed so nondescript, what one night's indulgence brought to Watanabe could only be physical exhaustion and deeper emptiness. In the glitzy song and dance of Shengping, Watanabe sang the folk song of the Edo period emotionally, "How short is life, girls will fall in love. Before the red lips fade, and before the enthusiasm is cold, no one knows what will happen next." , No one knows what will happen tomorrow; how short life is, the girl will fall in love soon, before the black hair fades, while the flame of love is still not extinguished, today is gone forever, today is gone forever". There is no femininity, no groaning, every word resonates like waves in Watanabe's voice, and the world of flowers magically held his breath in his deep singing. Watanabe cried, wandering in the bitterness of the long-lost refreshment, which made people utterly sad. The old and weird one seemed so nondescript. All that one night's indulgence brought to Watanabe could only be physical exhaustion and deeper emptiness. In the flashy song and dance of Shengping, Watanabe sang the folk song of the Edo period passionately, "How short is life, girls will fall in love. Before the red lips fade, and before the enthusiasm is cold, no one knows what will happen next." , No one knows what will happen tomorrow; how short life is, the girl will fall in love soon, before the black hair fades, while the flame of love is still not extinguished, today is gone forever, today is gone forever". There is no femininity, no groaning, every word resonates like waves in Watanabe's voice, and the world of flowers magically held his breath in his deep singing. Watanabe cried, wandering in the bitterness of the long-lost refreshment, which made people utterly sad. The old and weird one seemed so nondescript. All that one night's indulgence brought to Watanabe could only be physical exhaustion and deeper emptiness. In the flashy song and dance of Shengping, Watanabe sang the folk song of the Edo period passionately, "How short is life, girls will fall in love. Before the red lips fade, and before the enthusiasm is cold, no one knows what will happen next." , No one knows what will happen tomorrow; how short life is, the girl will fall in love soon, before the black hair fades, while the flame of love is still not extinguished, today is gone forever, today is gone forever". There is no femininity, no groaning, every word resonates like waves in Watanabe's voice, and the world of flowers magically held his breath in his deep singing. Watanabe cried, wandering in the bitterness of the long-lost refreshment, which made people utterly sad.
There was a scratching of silk and bamboo, the form of no case, after a crazy night, Watanabe was a little cheerful, put on a new hat, and fortunately met Toyo, a young woman full of enthusiasm and ideals. Moved by the living life, the "paper silver carp" crushed the layers of the "mummy" bandages. Watanabe began to reflect on his own heart deeply and revealed the truest emotions and confusion in his heart. Later, he smiled. At other people's birthday parties, he was finally released, and his life regained its brilliance in a subtle epiphany. Even if life fission is so unfortunate, you still have to be brave and have fun in the face of suffering, and cannot be defeated by repression itself. "As long as you have determination, you can do it." With this belief, Watanabe ran down the stairs and set off toward his goal. He did not abandon his original intention, did not forget why he took firm steps in the first place. He was on the road again, holding up his crazy courage like "the belts are getting wider and he won't regret it, and the people are haggard for Yixiao". Watanabe thought and struggled, calmly decrying the tricks, using the bureaucratic unique skills to keep the upper class from getting angry, but making them utterly stunned. After learning Watanabe’s maverick stalker, even the boss of the underworld can only hold his face straight when facing him, take up his iconic gang posture, look back and look back and forth with disdainful eyes. It's a discount. Come to think of it, Watanabe has played his role as a small section chief in an unquestionable stubbornness and purity. That upright and unyielding righteousness made all the high-end people put down the chains of obstruction, and the mosquito-ridden water ditch was built under Watanabe's last fight. Become a beautiful park. Accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset, braving the snow, swinging on the swing that hasn't been so close for a long time, Watanabe sang the aria of the song of youth, and bid farewell to the mummy years as a return to nature. The resurgence of his ashes seemed to be silent in his heart: Since the god of death will take me away with joy, why not let me regain the courage of pretentiousness. Goodbye, thin face! Goodbye, gentle child! In order to let the dying fighting spirit burn again, I reluctantly chose "to be ashamed of my heart". That feeling is like returning to the childhood of fearlessness, innocence, stubbornness, and contentment that day. Hajime Suo listened to the golden cage, not as comfortable as the forest crying, carrying the awe-inspiring righteousness endowed by this transition from death to life, from life to death, Watanabe Kanji was very happy for his little work, and he blew the partridge. The mimeographed sonata in the sky has turned the mediocre tragedy into a holy baptism, an epic of the transformation of small characters.
In the mourning hall after Watanabe's death, Akira Kurosawa vividly showed us a picture of all beings. A reporter interviewed the vice mayor, who came to mourn, but the expert was so eloquent that he took all the credit to himself and the Park Division, and he marginalized Watanabe unceremoniously. After the interview, the gentleman still talked about it, his crooked brains trying to conceal his guilty conscience are already clear. At this time, the boss and his subordinates tacitly sang and sang together, but they also joined together in an impromptu skit. This "representation of officialdom" makes viewers sneer, and can't help laughing secretly. The word "guan" is explained in terms of word formation. To a certain extent, it is: under the same roof, the two mouths are sewn together in a subtle way, like ghosts, unifying the calibre to the outside world, and talking non-human nonsense. When a group of residents complaining about the smelly water ditch came to mourn Watanabe and burst into tears, the deputy mayor didn't want to make himself boring, so he had to leave the unknown place that he thought was necessary and best to evacuate. After the superiors left, the escorts opened up a devastating "Rashomon-style" remembrance meeting for an unprecedented time. In the beginning, they were all lie in the lie. These are the supernatural skills they have practiced in their daily life, and they sound a bit comedic. But slowly, as the drunkenness grew stronger and the facts deepened, for a while, "Peaches and plums are not spoken, the next is a tragic", everyone's heart opened a small mouth, and some thoughts were squeezed out. They seem to have been moved by Watanabe's behavior, and this kind of touch almost made them feel like they were in a hurry, as if they would be deeply proud of their awakening after the bypass operation. This gang of well-dressed mobs vowed to reinvent themselves with the spirit of wine, not forgetting today’s mood, and adorning the nobleness of “out of silt but not stained, clear ripples but not demon”, and they just lifted themselves up. Bottom upturned. But when the sun rises again as usual tomorrow, the impassioned impassioned yesterday has long since disappeared, as if it had never happened before, and everything returned to normal. The crown-sounding is still a registered trademark that cannot be beaten by thunder. It is a weather vane that responds to a hundred responses. The gilded lips are heavy but cleverly rolling, inlaid with domineering and wilting wind.
When a citizen complained about a water ditch problem somewhere, the new section chief answered without thinking, "Go to the civil engineering class." At this time, a man patted the case and stared at his new boss with an angry look, but in the end he didn't say a word, and sullenly raised the chair that fell to the ground. This is his helplessness, and also the helplessness of most people. In the film, no one is truly qualified to wear Watanabe’s new hat. The sticky "Doom Watanabe" silently guards his beliefs and moves forward steadily, while the younger generations still say one thing and do another thing. Pulling the sword and looking around at a loss. You can argue its right and wrong, you can criticize it, despise it, laugh at it, but it is the fact that the "fourth dimension" is difficult to change. There is a difference between confidence and determination. It is like wisdom and courage. Confidence is a whim of enthusiasm, keenly knowing what you really care about; and determination is like two knives in your chest, always inspiring and spurring. I respect the inner response almost rigidly. I was thinking: When I step into that situation, will I be unable to resist and be unable to change? Will it also be institutionalized, showing a state of "I can't get used to it when I look at it with my own eyes before"? People often say "seek a job in one's place". When I get to a seat that is both condescending and under a fence, it is uncomfortable to sit. Will it be "backlash" waiting for me? People's position may fluctuate on the coordinate axis of time and space, but we should not shake our inner desires. I would rather resolutely choose naive, not hit the south wall without looking back, and use the humble metaphysical sincerity to observe one. Many anxious and longing hearts. Desire to live: to be worthy of one's own conscience, to pick up one's own innocence, to pursue happiness with enthusiasm, to drool in the dreamland of contentment, to let regrets be carved in dreams, to seek happiness in a tasteless place, and to be incompetent Live this life.
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