There is no permanent iron plate, and the inevitable differences between individuals determine that there must be differences in the surface unity and the same color. Suppressed, backward, simple, tyrannical, rude and painful things must be something people cannot avoid. They will look for an individual spiritual outlet, unless this person has only a body and no soul, and is only stuffed to meet material needs, and there is no spiritual pursuit. And stretch. This is my impression of Fahrenheit 451. Promoting the transformation of firefighter Motag is the interaction with Clarice. After Clarice and Motag got off the light rail, Clarice asked Motag if he had read the books that he burned. Motag answered no and said three reasons, namely: reading is forbidden. No interest, there are better things to do. And what is better? Next, he and his wife Linda watched an interactive dialogue. Linda was very pleased with her reaction and felt that she had the talent of an actor, because the people on the telescreen made a high evaluation of her answer. But what kind of problem is that? It was just a simple machine. People repeated the boring answers to boring questions, but she was frightened, as if facing a major test. She is so slow, but she gets such affirmation, is it because the system encourages her to be slow?
Reading books does not necessarily become open, smart, and responsive, but it can make people feel emotional, think, and ask why. It is the repeated questioning of "why" that reveals the essence, illuminates the hidden facts, and makes more people smarter and more concerned. Motag, who kept stealing books home, entered a colorful world and didn't want to look back, because reality is so simple and boring and no fun. The firefighter is essentially a ideological policeman, who has turned his back on Motag, who has turned his back on his real career, indulged in the little pleasures of his own spiritual world, and made him enter a more grand scene. It is the woman who realizes the sorrow of reality that she self-immolated. Her self-immolation undoubtedly brought a huge impact to Motag-people can pursue such fearlessness and sacrifice for the spirit of nothingness-without spiritual pursuit, what is the difference between a human and a pig? The self-immolation also allowed Motag to thoroughly see the tragedy caused by the firefighters and the harm to people. Many people don’t understand how despicable what they do is because they don’t directly face the suffering of the evil they have created, and they don’t think about whether those opinions are justified. They only see people opposing them, and they don’t think about why people oppose them. . The police officer said that novels have no value. In the movie, Motag gave his own different ideas: behind every book is a person. Yes, every book embodies a person's thinking and actions, his-birth, old age, sickness, and death, her-sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. It seems to be a common practice in the world to use book-burning Confucian-style methods to suppress ideas and seek absolute equality of people. The ruler hopes to put reality in a pale, simple and equal way, but there is always existence. , Books are just a medium, and the inheritance of ideas and culture lies in the confrontation, integration and spread of opinions. That is a soft covering that goes far beyond the cold and hard reality. Can it be destroyed by tyranny, blockade, and ban? If everyone still has their own desires in their minds, then letting him or her become something public is an impossible wishful thinking. Isn't it a simple and pleasant way to allow those different freedoms to exist and arguing against each other? The reality often turns a hundred schools of thought into a hundred schools of thought. Some people may think that these things are far away from them, but in a country with a long tradition of book burning, what is the difference between restricting publications and burning books? In fact, the Qin Dynasty is not China, but we are used to putting the earth-shattering events in history on our own heads, even if they are not glorious. The main theme of the film appeared after Clarice’s house was raided, and his neighbor casually explained a phenomenon to Motag: People who like to read do not have TVs—they have their own sources of information and no longer accept single-level sources of information. Fiddle, and People who don't read books have antennas, and they all look at CCTV. On the one hand, the authorities burned books and arrested readers; on the other hand, they used red propaganda vehicles and Motag to "kill" the people to intimidate the public. Including what the police officer said to Motag "strengthen group spirit and organize entertainment", "keep them busy and make them happy, that's the problem." All of these present the characteristics of the Nazis. The end of the film is very freehand. A group of people exiled from reality live in their own Garden of Eden. Although the environment is difficult, they can name themselves and virtualize their lives according to the characters in the novel without worrying about suppression and personal safety. This is a mockery of reality. Resist. Before his death, an uncle taught his nephew to recite a novel, which just shows that the mind is invisible, incapable, incapable of suppressing, and indestructible. It is attached to the book, and the book is only a medium—its form. The existence or extinction is not important. I have always collected the cover of "The Art of Reading", and I think it is appropriate to put it here as the end-a person who has not developed the habit of reading, in terms of time and space, is confined by the world in front of him. His life is mechanical and rigid; he only talks to a few friends and acquaintances, and he only sees what is happening around him. He couldn't escape in his own physical prison. But when he picked up a book, he immediately walked into a different world. You can't escape from the prison of your own body. But when he picked up a book, he immediately walked into a different world. You can't escape from the prison of your own body. But when he picked up a book, he immediately walked into a different world.
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