After several years of training in American, Japanese, and British dramas, I can no longer be aroused by the morning drama, and the taste is getting more and more serious. Only dramas like "London Life" can barely make me silently open a line of barrage in my heart.
I forgot where I came from. The recommendation said that "Hundred Years Tavern" is a good drama, so I watched it. And then the first episode fell.
It is a low-cost production, and it is also a film that Louis CK invested, produced and distributed in addition to writing, directing and acting. Louis put it on his personal website, with 5 knives per episode and 31 full episodes. Knife price for sale. Of course, when I saw it, it was already a free resource, but I really felt it was worth the money.
When I watched it for the first time, I decided that the show would be rewatched for the second time, and when I finished it silently without opening the barrage for the second time, the conclusion I got was: I have to watch it for a third time. It's definitely not because watching this drama will have a pleasant look (I can't understand the classification of this drama in comedy), he will just hit you again and again, let you see the honest and painful part of human nature, blood ties The love that stumbles and the unlovable, the misunderstood easter eggs in the fucking life and the trivial trivialities that follow. . . . . .
The painful part may be the truth of life, and he expresses it unabashedly.
Because each episode has a lot of feelings, before the three brushes, I thought about writing it one by one, and then decided to write it one by one. Later, it became what it is now.
The 100-year-old tavern
Horace and Pete is a tavern that has been open for 100 years from 1916 to the present, and the name has not changed, because the original pair of brothers agreed that their descendants would inherit the same name, so even after a hundred years, The bosses are also Horace and Pete.
In Brooklyn, there shouldn't be many such bleak, bleak, old pubs. He exists as a dick who is old from the last century and doesn't want to keep up with the times. At the same time, he doesn't want at all. To please the guests, even perfunctory is lazy.
The wine list will always only contain whisky, vodka, Budweiser and gin. Those who don’t accept it will be thrown away; the wine is mixed with water and it has been clearly told to the guests that it has been mixed for a hundred years, and those that are not accepted will be thrown away; when it comes to pricing, newcomers or bosses are not used to it. The price of the wine will be a little more expensive, and those who do not accept it will be thrown away. Yes, Lao Tzu is such a tavern, and Lao Tzu has been doing this for a hundred years.
Those who come to this tavern and become regular customers feel that they come with stories or emotions. Just being nostalgic is not enough, and it is not enough to be obsessed with Uncle Pete's hot talk show. not enough. After one o'clock in the afternoon, they opened the doors one after another, walked into this old and outdated tavern, and went straight to their seats to sit down, regardless of whether the bartender was the middle-aged and fat boss Horace, or whether he was using drugs Pete, who maintains a calmness, is still the most irritating old Pete. You don't need to say a word. He will pour you wine according to your usual habit. The tables and chairs in this place have been used for more than 50 years and are no longer comfortable, but the familiar old things at least make people relax, and relaxation is more comfortable than comfort in a sense. Therefore, I speculate that it may be because this dismal but stubborn pub slackly satisfied these customers with the same obsession with the past.
You look at a place and slowly get old, you look at familiar people, slowly get old, you look at the world outside this door, changing at a speed you can't even imagine. What you think is right doesn’t seem to be so right anymore. The values you insist on have become synonymous with old age. The person you love is gone. The passion and power you have are slowly being eroded. You seem to be rumbled by the train Thrown out the window. You feel powerless, but you don't want to despair. You will think: at least, this place is still there, the stool I sit on is still the same one from fifty years ago, the boss who poured me drinks is also called Horace and Pete, and there is even a bottle in the bar that is covered with a national flag. Years of Whiskey. As long as I am in this familiar place, I will not feel mocked by all the new things, and I can drink the previous cup with these familiar old people without a word, no matter how much or little the water is mixed today, I'm drunk or not, at least when it comes to that cup, I can pretend that time has stopped, that the stupid things of the past haven't happened, and that I still have the things I hold dear. I can pretend to do it all over again.
Yes, if you will, this decades-old place offers all the hardware to pretend time is frozen, and most of the time, customers don't get to sit outside the bar, and the pub doesn't even play music. . And if you are willing to open your ears, you can also receive information from the outside at the moment, about the newly elected president, about the terrible Internet that erodes everything, about transgender people, about homosexuality; you can also hear the seemingly loser alcoholics use their life experiences to teach you about love; you can stand firm or refresh your mind in the quarrel of strangers.
A tavern is the place where a story comes from, let alone such a tavern. The family's 100-year entanglement and pain are all staged here, and the guests who come and go have spied on the part here, and also swallowed or spit out the part of the pain, sorrow and joy in their lives along with the wine.
There's an episode where a hobbled old man opens the door into the pub and asks, "Is this the Horace and Pete bar? I can't believe it's still here. Is it still run by people named Horace and Pete?"
After getting a positive answer, he said, "I used to come here a lot when I was a kid, and my mom used to let me come here and buy a barrel of wine for my dad. I drank my first beer here, and I met mine here too. Wife. She was sitting on that stool and we were married for many years and I was very happy. Then I heard she had sex with my best friend, and then I came here one day and saw her still sitting there On a stool, kissing my best friend, and I shot them both. That was 1961. I just got out of jail today..."
From 1961 to the present, he has eaten this prison meal for more than 50 years. The world after he is released from prison is almost two planets from 50 years ago. However, the tavern that carries his happiness and misfortune is still there. For him, it does not matter. Knowing whether it is lucky or unfortunate. The only thing that is certain is that the people in this tavern and the people who come and go, whether they are living here, making a living, or stopping to buy a glass of wine or comfort, are all struggling in their own lives. Trying not to make life more of a piece of shit.
Some people will mention him with the late night cafeteria, although it was also a drama I liked a few years ago, but now put it together again I will not hesitate to add points to the Centennial Tavern. The late-night cafeteria also exchanges stories, through food, but in the end it always heals the heart by soothing the stomach. And a pessimist like me, a realist, already knows that a bowl of tea and rice in the middle of the night can temporarily soothe only the stomach. Those rushing winds and rains of life, those incapable of dispelling the endless darkness, those feelings that tear you and consume you, even wine can't appease. Therefore, such a tavern can not relieve the sorrows of the wind and dust, he is just there quietly, accompany you to witness this shitty life.
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