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youth love song
Rubye 2022-04-21 09:03:02
For me, this film has all the feelings I have, it's not about hippies, love, anti-war, Vietnam, peace, family or whatever, but youth, and the power of youth, is what all young people want to do in the first place. Passion for something. Woodstock represents the youngest and most primitive, 500,000 spectators who came from all over the country. They were all young, happy, with expressions of obedience and resignation on their faces, aimlessly but resolutely to Woodstock. Going forward, for them, whether they can see this music festival becomes the second thing, the important thing is to enjoy the process of pursuing it on the road. It is this joyful force that creates the unparalleled beauty, and the audience's own behavior is more visible than the festival itself. Watching the movie moved me because it reminded me of a certain time in the past. Maybe you were free and unrestrained, and you also felt that you were full of power to change the world and go straight to the core of the universe. But now, maybe you can only silently sing a sad love song to the beat of the movie in your heart, youth will eventually fade away, but his beauty will remain forever, just like McClane in the movie, as handsome as Apollo, who came by the wind , steered away, created a sea of stars, and left a muddy place.
Extended Reading
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[Elliot finds his father pouring a jug into the freshly-filled swimming pool]
Elliot Tiber: Dad, that's bleach for the laundry.
Jake Teichberg: It kills the germs. What's the difference?
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[the Chamber of Commerce discussing tourism ideas]
Frank: Well, okay. We got a lot of dairy farms around here, right? And a fair number of bulls. Okay, you've all heard of the running of the bulls in that town in Spain, Pampoona.
Elliot Tiber: Pamplona.
Frank: Well, no one's doing one in the Catskills. Seems to be a big draw over there.
Annie: It would be very amusing to see all those Jews from Levitsky's summer colony, you know, the ones with the black top hats and the curls, running for their lives chased by our local livestock. Wouldn't that be a wonderful sight!