it was a day off drug addiction treatment out interviewing people who work,
seeking friendship, affection, love, embrace after not,
lonely self story off.
At the beginning of the film, the
protagonist left beside a naked girl and
went to commit suicide by holding a stone by the river in the forest. A
few seconds later,
he crawled out of the river again.
What made him give up this idea at the end,
it should be
Friendship, family affection, and love will be unfolded later by the director.
There should be one among the three,
or a few of them are his hope for survival.
After coming out of the drug rehabilitation center, the
male protagonist was the first to find friendship—brother.
This brother is also the only character who shows up in friendship, family affection, and love.
The film borrows from others to say that the male protagonist is the most well-connected guy in Oslo,
but the only friend he can find in the film is only one.
The male lead sits at his brother's house and is out of place. The
former dao friend, the spiritual confidant, is
trapped among his wife and children,
looking at each other,
so close and
so far away.
The dialogue with my brother was the most shocking.
Excerpt 1.
Male protagonist: Look at me, I am 34 years old, accomplish nothing, nothing,
no way to get up again, don't you understand.
...
Brother: You can still do it.
Male lead: What do you do?
Brother: Many things. You have family to support you, friends, and brains, please.
Look at other people in the drug rehabilitation center, they don't have these opportunities.
Male lead: Yes, but they are very happy. It's easy to be happy
when you work in a hypermarket and
have a baby with an old hippie
.
Brother: Then be a loser, if this is what you want.
Male lead: Shit, I don't need that.
I'm not here to ask you to tell me "Cheer up, brother",
I don't need this, I don't need sympathy.
Excerpt 2.
Brothers originally wanted to give positive energy to the male protagonist and
show how beautiful life is and
how worth living it is.
As a result...
Brother: My head will explode when it touches trivial matters... I ca
n’t sort it out. ,
I have a pain in my waist, and
now I have to renovate the house we live in...
There are two upcoming lectures,
I have not yet started preparing... I have
to bother with work...
My wife and I never again No sex at
all. The
child (one) is having a rash...
I can’t even choose my friends . My
wife likes people with children...
There are not many such people
so we sit down,
Pretend to be happy.
Drink two glasses of wine, this is the
best state.
It’s so fucking sad...
After the baby was born,
I wished I could write,
but I couldn’t write
my fart. My wife and I almost didn’t talk much anymore.
I have a game console and
we sit and play "battlefield" drinking beer.
We received some invitations,
but would rather stay at home,
tell the nanny that we decided not to go temporarily, and
sit at home and fight "battlefield".
What kind of life is this fucking...
this is
the life of the brother who used to be the most thoughtful and educated brother in the circle of friends without taking drugs anymore . The
male protagonist wants to get positive energy here,
but what he sees and hears It's such a shit life.
The brother asked the host to go to the birthday party of the previous sisters at night.
I came out from my brother and
went to interview for a job, and
found that the kind of non-challenging and boring job
would be
better than death if I did it .
Waiting to meet with her sister,
but her sister did not show up and
asked her girlfriend to come forward instead. To be
honest, she was
not mentally prepared yet.
I kept in touch with my former lover , left a
message, and
hoped that the other party would call back and
give him hope of
survival.
There was no reply for a whole day .
I went to the birthday party of my sisters and waited for my brother.
Maybe that was his last hope
of living . Although the life of the brother was shit,
but the brother did not show up,
it is very likely that I am too lazy to make a temporary decision.
He chose to die without nostalgia.
Although in Oslo, I know people everywhere, but it’s not friendship;
Although his parents sold the house for him, it was not the affection he wanted;
even though a girl came to the door at any time, it was not love.
So, there is
nothing to miss.
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