Out of the show When I was in the hall, I was babbling about the dead movie theater that was choked off without finishing the subtitles. I was holding 3D glasses in my right hand and a handful of damp tissues in my left hand.
When I took the subway from school into the city at noon and decided to go and see TS3 as early as possible, I found myself unfortunately changing my backpack today. So this is the greatest respect and expectation I can do for a movie-I spent a long time in Wanning and Watsons and bought two small packets of paper.
One thing that has always made me strange is that, at so many times, in fact, except for the peaks of life whose conscience is bursting, I can not help but maintain the kind of hatred for everything in this world. Itchy distance; but in every summer with Pixar, every time, no matter how strong I am prepared (for example, "this must be very touching, don’t be ashamed" or "you cry every time you are endless Ah"), it has never failed, I will always be touched into something like a mollusk, which can be crushed into whatever the movie wants me to look like, in a trance for several days, immersed in a kind of world. In the illusion outside, I can go to heaven and earth, desperate for myself, I am the kind of obscure superhero.
When I was writing the final paper of the film class a few days ago, I realized that it was nothing to be ashamed of being seated when watching a movie—it turns out that there are still a lot of people who rely on "psychoanalysis" for food.
For me, Pixar’s existence means that every one or two years, a few animals or monsters tell me that there is such a thing as love in the world. It always makes you very sad and makes you become. Brave and firm. When I think of two little fishes, a mouse, two robots and so on that teach me the big things, I feel that I am very useless; as an adult, I already feel telling people, "In fact, in this life The biggest influence on me is Jane Eyre. "It's a very difficult thing to do, but at least it's personal.
I won't digress. In fact, the opening is quite ridiculous, but after the opening, I burst into tears within five seconds of the screen switching to the video mode.
Actually, I can’t say how deep my feelings for TS are. I’m not sure if I really finished watching TS 1. Chen Yingku) I can’t read the last point of the borrowed disk), I only know that I was in elementary school at that time and held back tears firmly in front of my parents.
But the shadow of the growth of a child is too big: when she was 20 years old, her legs were so weak that she cried because of such a cartoon sequel.
After watching Up and How to Train Your Dragon, I already believe that storytelling cartoons in this world have disappeared. So I actually think that Pixar can be so disgusting that the big plush bear turns into a good person to save them; and I actually think for a moment that the finale is that they fell into the furnace hand in hand (turned into a love heart or something... See "Little Tin Soldiers").
After watching the film and walking on the road, I found out the song When She Loved Me sang by Sarah Mclachlan in TS2, and then I was dragged back into the movie: Jessie said, those are just like what Emily did to her. , Hug her, and then abandon her.
I don’t want to admit that “lonely and forgotten” is the worst thing in the world for me, but the truth is that whenever I have a nervous breakdown, I will think of Lennon’s song, Nobody Loves You When You’re Down and Out. So the focus of the matter was shifted like this: I am such an Ultraman is secondary, no one loves me what can I do. What kind of hypocritical emotion is this, but it always occupies the deepest level of panic in me. I seem to know that one day I will mess up such a thing and provoke those people who are giving me the last chance. Don’t want me anymore. Then I’m doing so hard to show to someone, and you don’t care about how others care. What's the use? I’m not saying that I’ve spent my whole life trying to please those I love, but all my efforts are to maintain my weight, for you to love me, for I can be there when you need me. , For you to listen when I am sad. I can be in the attic. Although I prefer to be in your bag, this is not unimportant, but you are more important than this.
So a few months ago, when everything in this world was going against what I hoped, I suddenly realized that the people who would never leave me alone are my family, so I skipped class and flew back. The family accompanies mother to cook, like a madman.
Thinking about it now, I should have known that Big Pink Bear is a bad guy a long time ago. When he said, "If you don't have a master, you will no longer be abandoned" or something like that, I was so sad (this sentence is what he said?), as if I was poked into what I least want to face. Something, like the first time I realized that I was actually wearing that nasty bulletproof philosophy: if I don't speak, I won't be ashamed, and if I don't promise, I won't make a mistake. But that's not the case. I don't want to be a selfish bastard, although sometimes I think it's just too cool, especially when it's owned by a rock star or something.
Later, I also wondered a bit why I was so moved when I saw that little girl (forgive me, I can’t remember the name). It’s not because I was like this when I was a child. I wasn’t so stupid when I was a child, but because when I was 20 years old, I would still be immersed in the life of a character drawn with a pencil when I was going to college. The boy sent me to the attic and I cried. I cried when he wanted to take me to school. He said I was the bravest cowboy and I cried and fainted. I'm more involved in the show than that little girl, which is such a shameful conclusion.
But I have to admit that when I see so many people indifferent to such a plot, I have such a damn sense of superiority. I know that the house with this kind of warmth in my heart will not treat me for the time being. Close the door; and there are so many big men in the world, they know, they use paper, pen and computer to make up this kind of story of a child and a fluffy bear tirelessly (they even matched Buzz Lightyear with BNL batteries!) ; And when you know that not everyone has to grow up to be so impressed by this kind of story to live, then the world is not so bad, if Pixar takes me to sweep the floor, I can have a deeper experience.
When watching the movie, there was a pair of young people sitting on my left. At the end, I sat and watched the subtitles and wiped my tears. After they burst into laughter the whole scene, they stood up and walked out. I heard the man say, "I still had this toy when I was a kid. "The woman was surprised and said, "Ah, do you still have a set of this toy?" So I later thought that they might be just ordinary friends...Otherwise, what do you usually talk about.
Finally, I want to say, the classmate who accompanied me to see Up last summer, how good it is for you to exist in this world.
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