The first part of Roy Anderson's trilogy of life also created his own unique image style. The post-modernist image style that rejects grand narratives, fixed long shots, staged scenes, fragmented life scenes, cold modern city scenes, alienated interpersonal relationships, city streets in traffic jams all the time, expressionless citizens, labor The repressive and anxious life state brought about by alienation, few words and clumsy body language, ubiquitous signs and metaphors, with realism as the core put on an absurd coat, extremely humorous and extremely cruel.
A middle-aged man combed his head with a big back, in a suit and leather shoes, stepping on a bench and wiping his shoes. What will happen if the supervisor wants to see him today? he does not know. His wife hoped that he could go home tonight. He said, "Everything has variables, dear." As a result, he hugged the supervisor's leg in the cold company corridor, begging not to drive himself out, because he has been working here for 30 years. . However, everything changes.
A middle-aged foreign immigrant man came to the company to look for people everywhere, but no one paid him any attention. Then he was beaten up by a few young men passing by on the street, and the passers-by waiting at the bus station across the street were indifferent. It was like a cold corpse.
The magician performed a sawing off a living person, but the magic failed. The thin, thin old man wearing glasses was slightly sawn and wailed with joy. After going to the hospital for bandaging, when he went to bed at night, the wife next to him turned over and it made him wailed in pain.
There is only one sentence between the male doctor and the female doctor every day. The female doctor asks, "When will you divorce your wife?"
A young man who was driven out of the house by his wife complained to a tramp picking up rubbish downstairs, while the young man's wife was having sex with a man on the bed.
An obese shopkeeper burned his own shop to cheat insurance. When he was discussing insurance compensation with the insurance company’s assessor, due to traffic jams, pedestrians on the street were holding briefcases in one hand and whips in the other, and everyone lined up to spur themselves. Move forward. (This scene and schedule are performed to the extreme in the section of "The King Entering the Bar" in "Hard Branches")
The swindler has two sons. The youngest son is a poet and is detained in a mental hospital. When facing his father, he will only say one sentence, "The one who sits down is cute." The father visited the son sadly and prayed that his son should stop living in illusions. Among them, writing poetry cannot add an extra zero to his bank account.
A centenarian officer was on a hospital bed, facing the young officers and soldiers who came to give a speech, the centenarian officer raised his right hand in a Nazi salute.
The scammer met a businessman friend who was in the business of buying and selling the cross of Jesus. When the two talked, a screw fell off the cross on the side, and the icon of Jesus swayed from side to side, full of irony. The swindler held a Jesus cross, hoping to sell it, and was followed by a bald male ghost who died of a slashed wrist and a Soviet youth ghost who was hanged by the German army. These ghosts followed the cross in the hands of the scammer. Come.
The executives of the company who had a meeting at a table noticed that the house opposite was moving, so they wanted to escape the office with excitement.
Various dignitaries and soldiers blindfolded the little girl, then pushed it down from the cliff and fell to death as a sacrifice.
The businessman discarded a large number of crosses, because no one bought these things, it would not bring him any income, and he could not add a zero to his bank account. He said that he had not kept up with the pace of the times (an irony of modern people’s lack of faith) The swindlers stood beside a large number of discarded crosses with crosses in hand. The wrist slasher, the Soviet youth, the little girl who was thrown to death, and a large number of dead souls crawling out of the soil slowly walked towards him, but the cross in his hand was just a commodity.
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