After I grew up, I finally understood the relationship between men and women. Only when I realized that the spring breeze was full of flowers, the close-up eyes were not "I love you", but "I understand you". This look reappeared in the rehearsal confrontation between the prodigal son Earl and the theater actress, but what I want to say about this story is not here. I want to talk about our attitudes and choices after we know each other.
Many people look at the Count of the Prodigal Son, and see a person who is brilliant and utterly deprived of the people, but who knows him is a person who is powerless to love others and self.
I asked myself, what would happen to me in the face of such a person?
Most people feel that abandoning such a thing is purely violent and sighs, even reaching the point of anger. At first glance, I agree with this view, but after careful consideration, I think it is similar to the otaku mentality of the next door neighbor’s 18-year-old little sister. P matter. If you are still angry, you must do psychological construction to prevent the emergence of social news about "Dating an otaku is not abusive and killing the girl next door."
Some people have a more active attitude, hoping to stimulate the production of genius with money or glory, with love or desire, and with praise or reprimand. These persuasive temptations have made me vaguely susceptible, worrying about peeling off a layer, and seeing only some attempts to be inspirational muses or spiritual mentors.
Look at the film again, whether it is the king's repeated promotion of the benefits of knowledge realization to the prodigal son, or the voice of the theater girl's repeated emphasis on talents (her own or the prodigal son's), it is the politics of the background. As a counterpoint to the correct mainstream attitude, the image of the prodigal Earl's silver wax gun head who is doing nothing all day is extremely dazzling and out of place. I don’t know what the etymological relationship between Liberalism and Libertine is, but I guess that this doctrine based on the theory that everyone is his own master may be exactly what the Earl of the Prodigal pursued. thing.
However, in the end, I still inevitably feel that the life of the prodigal son is sad. With that devil-like face, only those who love him can kiss him again and again, but those who really understand him have no such tolerance.
At the end of the dramatic movie, the handsome earl asked again and again, do you like me? I can answer this question. But for me, what kind of attitude and choice should I make? This may be a question that needs to be asked for a lifetime.
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