Twenty years ago, Depp was not the sissy pirate captain. Bonnie drove Joan out to find friends to play cards. The bored Joan looked at the tree outside the window. There was a pair of innocent eyes between the branches looking at her.
The story begins like this.
In fact, I was a little bit desperate at the beginning. I thought Depp would play Bonnie, but found that it was not. I wondered why I didn’t let Depp play the male number one. Later I found out that I was too naive, and the director didn’t use Depp to play the role. Sam came to name the film, but he made Sam the soul of the whole film.
Bonnie and Joan are a pair of siblings who depend on each other. His younger sister Joan is mentally ill. In order to take care of her younger sister, Bonnie has remained single and firmly refuses the outside world. He does not travel or fall in love, and he refuses to send his sister to a nursing home. Stumbled and tripped and lived without surprise, until one day, Joan "wins" by playing cards and came to the poker cousin-Sam.
He is Buster Keaton, he is Charlie Chaplin. He uses bread and knife and fork to imitate Chaplin and dances. He plays movie clips in front of everyone weirdly. He uses an iron to toast bread, and he uses a tennis racket. Making mashed potatoes, he performed a hat-trick for everyone in the park, and he hung around like a pendulum outside Joan's ward... No matter how you look at it, he felt that Sam was the one who needed to be sent to the hospital.
From a certain point of view, people who are different from ordinary people should be called lunatics, and Sam is an out-and-out lunatic. He is too innocent, too casual, too naive, too out of the bounds of the unexpected world. Bonnie is like a silly kid who has painted a prison, trapping himself and his sister in a small cage. He is too stupid, too repressive, and too stupid.
Perhaps in the eyes of lunatics, we are out-and-out lunatics.
Or maybe... We actually desire to be an unfettered lunatic in our hearts.
So Bonnie asked Joan and Sam to go home first, just to imitate Sam's move over the stool. Maybe this is us, our group of poor normal people, "normal people" who long for freedom but dare not get out of their cage.
This world is too crazy, maybe we are all sad lunatics. Too timid, too self-righteous, too afraid that I can't be a "normal person".
In fact, why do you live in such a proper way forever? Balloons can be used as decorations and they can also play ethereal music.
Joan and Sam don't like raisins. They think the grapes were full and juicy before, but after they become raisins, their lives are distorted, just as their lives have been stolen. Raisins taste sweet, but they are just humiliated grapes. What about us? In order to cater to the taste of this world, we have turned ourselves into a very sweet raisin without life and soul.
Is the world wrong, or are we wrong?
This world is too sensible and terrible, and sensible is too crazy, maybe it's time for us to consider escape.
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