The first three-quarters of the content seems to me to be a plot that is actually completely predictable. When a huge honor is carried by an individual, and this honor means some kind of benefit, the individual and its honor. The origins of all have been drawn into the interest itself, which is not limited to the phenomenon of the Nobel Prize in Literature. Writers are infinitely elevated and mythical, but they are also hated and punished. Even if they defect from their hometown, they cannot escape their origins when writing. It is not difficult to grasp the spiritual core. The depiction is too simple, the opposition between sobriety and ignorance, and the roar and affection of the spiritual rebel to his hometown are all too direct.
I didn’t expect the biggest surprise to be reversed at the end, classifying the previous situation as a literary work with mixed truth and falsehood, so that the almost one-sided portrayal before can be attributed to the subjective choice of the writer, especially the protagonist has a profound meaning at the end. The laugh is creepy. The relationship between the writer and his hometown has become a two-way exploitation and consumption. The people in the hometown seek fame and fortune from the writer, and the writer continues to mine writing materials from the hometown. You can't even judge whether this is a deliberate fabrication, literature. The falsehood of the word leaves enough room for man to manipulate. If the expressor itself is not sincere enough, then it can become the greatest weapon to exploit and use the truth.
The thing that hurts me most about the movie is that it makes people doubt literature itself, especially now that literature carries too many value symbols that do not belong to literature itself. It can be fabricated and processed arbitrarily and turned into another kind of tool.
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