In the afternoon when I was sick and had to take leave at home, after a deep sleep, I found out about the French new wave film master Godard's "Pierlot the Madman". I was almost moved by myself. This is a paradox. When literature and art become work, I have long lost the leisure to watch a long and boring movie without distraction.
I still remember that when I was a student, I subconsciously liked those pioneering, experimental and niche things, and I thought that only those things were the most intelligent, thoughtful and crystallized things. Popularity and mass are the same as Milan Kundera's kitsch, not the superiority of the rabble, and Godard is a master in my superiority.
I don't need to retell the storyline of Pierrot the Madman, because it would seem out of place to tell a story of bloody brutality here, and of course it's more important. It's just that when you face the world Godard described in the language of the film, you almost wander outside the story, watching the whole story in a very calm and objective way, showing the fragmented, intermittent and blurred display in front of your eyes. I thought of another director, the guru, Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche. I don't know if this Guru I love knows Godard as well, but their language is almost identical. Under the magnificent story, what you see is not those breathtaking wonders, not God-style life telling. Rather, it is the causal relationship and the connection of all times and events picked out from life. What you get is not a certain ending and reason, the camera's perspective is not the almighty God, but the audience's perspective that is almost within reach of the movie, and you are using the perspective given by them to observe the world you have long known. It's almost a real life experience. At the end of the movie, what you get is not a great happy ending, but a causal chain of your own choice, along which you can find your own clue. In life, scenes and events that are a hundred times more brutal than movies are staged every day. Disappointment, accusation, and abuse devour one's own purest perspective little by little. The weaknesses in human nature and the weaknesses in ourselves make us unable to avoid them. Only by understanding the devil can we get rid of the devil's control. All we can do is to find that perspective. As dirty as you are, the world is as dirty, and as clean as you are, the world is as clean as you are.
We are in an era where there are no masters, everyone can express their own "independent thoughts and free personality", and everyone can have Weibo, Facebook, and website to become a self-media that conveys their own voice. The age of information glut makes it impossible for us to judge the authenticity of every piece of information. Finding an object of belief is actually an easy thing. It is nothing more than a criterion. Well, if what he said is right, if what he did is right, that's all. Nobility and greatness have never been attached to one's body as a label to advertise that one is different than others and is more noble and wiser than others.
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