The Great Devil is as good as ever, although this kind of slightly psychological problem, the seemingly innocent person setting "Blue Jasmine" has already been performed, and the setting is a bit similar? The (upper class) caused me to jump a little bit, but your demon is your demon. There is no need for close-ups or hysterical performances. It is more of a look, an expression, and an action figure standing still, for example, Bernadette There is no extra action when you call the virtual butler’s long lines, or when you are insomnia watching your own documentary on the stairs, but you can receive information from the speed and tone of voice, and the expression-she is anxious. This anxiety has become the background color of the film, and combined with the normal advancement of the plot, it forms a sense of incongruity until the climax (the climax in the novel, the film’s performance is slightly mediocre, but it does not attract enough audience attention), When my husband and others thought Bernadette was mentally ill and planned to send her to a mental hospital, he was released. I have thought about this. Is Bernadette really overly depressed or anxious? After all, those things, driving over people, storing prescription drugs, trusting criminals, etc. can all be explained. Please, don't we want to hire a personal assistant to help us take care of the mess? parent meeting? Community dinner? Human boring socializing? If this is a mental illness, then everyone is a little bit more or less. Therefore, in my opinion, Bernadette’s life shown in the movie is almost exactly the same as our daily life, only magnified by her artist identity. The harmony makes the whole thing look natural and strange.
Is the artist wasted by a mediocre life? Yes
But what role do failures, changes, difficulties, identity and society bring about?
It's not that Bernadette can't live in the world as an artist, but the irrationality of life and the daily appearance of life have made her lose this ability. Stopping creation is not a subjective will, but a subjective will. The result after being murdered by objective facts.
But what's interesting is that under this incoordination, the plot (life) progressed normally for twenty years.
Putting aside the easiest conclusions, artists either create or become pests of society. From another perspective, society either allows artists to create or drives them crazy.
It's a pity that the society is dominated by ordinary people, isn't it, so the story often develops towards the latter.
What's more regrettable is that, as mentioned in the previous article, Bernadette's life background is so similar to ours. The incongruity she has encountered has the same essence as the incongruity we have encountered in life.
Who is the artist, or who decides who is the artist?
But I guess it’s not only artists who have the desire to create.
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