After reading other people's film reviews, I feel that I have reacted, and I have more rigorous questioning and a grasp of the so-called "ethics" of respect for the protagonist. Perhaps it was because Courtney insisted that he did not cheat and I had not yet rigorously questioned the spirit when I watched it. Based on the presupposition of "documentaries are faithful records", the painful empathy for the protagonist has weakened. The re-creation of the handwriting and painting animation in retrospect further alienated the essence of the film, but it also has advantages. One of the selling points of this film is the "first-person sense of possession". Strong illusion of "belonging to me". But combined with the previous article, this must have been severely castrated and distorted. It's just scraps of bamboo slips. But it is primitive and subtle. Those yellow stains, I don’t know if they are spilled soup, dripping ice cream, or vomit from an illness?
Empathy always feels limited and vague. Perhaps it is because joys and sorrows do not share the same theorem, which is also the theme of Kurt's helplessness to defend the public again and again throughout his life.
But perhaps it is also because of the real key points, real detailed and personal logic, personal reasons and turning points that cannot be easily set out again and again by the big formula of mental health development-the most critical feeling of being saved. The feeling of complete despair that time, why and where it started, has not been documented by this film.
Is it a helpless natural legacy? After all, it was just animation creation, and it would never be possible to completely restore one's heart; was it because of the wife who participated in the production review, the personal wishes of Kurt's other relatives were covered up? Nothing is known, but overall, this film is a beautifully cropped and toned partial photo.
I was empathizing with a disease and life's tragedy, learning the nasty reasons of a successful person's merits, and found this film after several rounds, and I finished watching this film without taking my sleeping pills on time at night. Of course my nasty desires have not been fully satisfied. And I did engage in the big formula of psychology, secretly analyzing and deconstructing him. I have indeed learned his accumulation, the creative enthusiasm created by his innate ADHD, escape, and sustenance, his kindness, sensitivity, fragility, and simple desire, radical and beautiful ideals. I also saw that he was as dirty as I was rubbing in secret.
"He works hard, he pursues perfection, he doesn't care about fame and wealth, he has the world in his heart". He is well equipped with the noble qualities of the great men in the poem in the book. This is why, he survived for 27 years before he finally fell, decades later. During the fall, he was pulling himself to save himself. Surpassed you and me who are equally painful and miserable.
Although I doubt whether the essence of this film is innocent, I believe that the general color and texture of Kurt's life, at least the most colorful and shiny parts, and the turbid, bubbling, bubbling, and painful parts of the blood have been captured. It was actually recorded, and it was made quite beautiful.
To be a work that is at least romantic and beautiful, and is also a decent way of handling the remains.
I have listened to Nirvana's works and collected a few of them. Some of them are commercial songs that others say he doesn't like, and the rest are the endorsement lyrics that I use to express my frustration. I didn't understand him, and I didn't see the pain with him to the point of faint crying and anger, wanting to kill myself, half of the movie, and half of me.
I am "the fucking stranger he hates the most".
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