Perhaps the Chinese who have experienced the convulsions of the stock market in 2015 and wiped out 500,000 middle-class urban legends overnight will better understand the content of Anderson's "Song from the Second Floor". What an irony, in a country governed by a communist regime in the initial stage of socialism, it can find resonance in the economic crisis of the capitalist free market. However, this is reality, and it is because of the absurdity that Anderson's seemingly absurd works appear realistic. The wedge of the story is the simple dialogue at the beginning of the film. The capitalists maliciously drive up the stock market, and the index soars abnormally. Although the crisis behind the illusion of prosperity is pervasive, this is not what they care about, because after making a lot of money, "to We are all gone by then." Sure enough, the bubble won't last long, the stock market plummeted and the economy collapsed, so the story of our mortals began. Unemployment, bankruptcy, like the furniture store of the protagonist of the movie, no matter how luxurious and expensive, it turns into ashes in an instant, indistinguishable from the dust. What would it be like to be hit by the financial crisis? It's like a big saw in a nightclub, an old bridge that looks dangerous but won't be frightened. "There is a risk in entering the market" is a lie. Whether it is magic or an institution, people always hold on to make money without losing money. With confidence, stepped onto the stage, lay in the box, and jokingly delivered his naked self into the hands of the magician, waiting for the miracle to happen naturally, but this time, it happened to fail, unable to move, and was chopped up abruptly. There is no other way but to cry out. The magician looked innocent and was at a loss. He brought all the props and went to another city to make a living. The blood-saw you, even if you put on the ointment bandage, moved slightly, still wailing because of the intense pain. What if the whole city wailes like this? Someone must come to think of a way to save the market. A group of experts in the city hall met behind closed doors. They studied the crystal ball for a long time but couldn't find a single proposal. They used bureaucratic procrastination and perfunctory to cover up their incompetence. Perhaps the situation was too serious. Salvation may mean that no one with the power or money is willing to lose their vested interests and take responsibility and pay the price for this unprecedented crisis. In the end, the only way to redeem was to push a pure and intelligent girl down the cliff to make sacrifices. Political, religious, military, economic and professional leaders came to bless the scene. The scene was sacred and magnificent. This is always the case. Those who sit on the interests will never give up their interests. The sacrifices are always the innocent young people and the weak. They instill the noble ideals and the greatness of dedication, waiting for them to take up the ills and mess of the entire society. Use flesh and blood to save sentient beings. The powerful are paralyzed and sacrificed in self-deception, carnival and drunkenness. It is useless to sacrifice the next generation, "What else can be done?" For them, there is at least one more thing to do, bring golf clubs, bring your wealth, and bring leeks harvested for a few months. Leaving staggeringly, what a rich net worth, can’t be dragged off, such a heavy burden, every zero in every two gold bank accounts is a testimony of their hard work and honest work, and they are not allowed to be upright people. Don't bear the burden. But they were scolded by everyone. They left with righteous indignation and unwillingness to leave. There was no way, "You are weak, you are reasonable", "The vengeance of the rich is really going down the world", "Let them toss on their own, if they don't work hard, they deserve bankruptcy", they sighed. Leave. This is the apocalyptic prophecy of the capitalist world. It is more true than any book of Revelation, and more frightening and painful than any purgatory. But Anderson's gaze is not only on the greedy and irresponsible capitalists. He prefers to write about the little people who toss in the ashes. Every disaster has more than one source. In the empty city, all the vehicles and people crowded on one road, moving in one direction. When the social value orientation becomes more and more single, when the goal of life is only to make money, buy a house, buy a car, and buy a famous brand, everyone’s squeezed in the same road, the natural road is blocked, and it is difficult to move. The way to live is to take the top spot. Only in this way can someone seem to have a meaningful life, but in the end they are trapped in a vast ocean with no hope. However, the market economy accustomed to liberalism cannot tolerate the introspection of the economic and political system. If it fails, if it stagnates, only oneself can be blamed, so white-collar workers in suits are like ascetics in the Middle Ages, walking ascetic. The pursuit of money and progress is no longer just a simple pursuit of fame and gain. For them, it is their belief and their practice. Even if they do not see the way out and hope, they only have to suffer and work harder for a better future. And after exhausting all efforts, I was moved by my own fighting spirit, and I believe that one day, the gods of capitalism will be favored by their piety. However, what is different from a true believer is that every flogging does not fall on oneself, but on others. Perhaps more people are like the protagonist Kalle in the film. It is not easy to live. There are some cleverness, some cleverness, some loss of conscience, but they are not too selfish. There is no ambitious, living the biggest goal, but "you do your best to fight for three meals and enjoy life." As for the suffering of others, the misfortune of being exploited is not worth much as long as it does not fall on yourself. Be lucky and grateful. Suffering from an unfair economic system, and gaining some wisdom when the economy is prosperous, it is considered a safe life. They are the most loyal supporters and followers of the established social order. One was sacrificed and frustrated. What's a sigh is that, after working hard for a lifetime, I have lost the ability to think and resist independently. The only thing I can do is Ai Ai, who has worked hard for himself but was disappointed and complained in vain. After those rich and powerful sitting on social resources wiped out their food and left, this barren apocalyptic garbage dump was left for these consciously innocent honest people to endure, and only the dead spirits chased them behind. , Asking them for the due trial of unrighteousness and damage. Perhaps, in the last days, only the savior can save them. However, where is the savior? Christ is not in the church, even the pastor will only read the investment scriptures and forget the truth; Christ is not with the religious leaders, they are even the accomplices of this sin system, and bless the murder in the name of Christ; Christ is not in the world, the cross And Jesus are nothing but merchandise sold and tools for profit. But in fact Christ did not leave. When Sven, who committed suicide but was treated indifferently, stretched out his hands and exposed the wounds on his wrists, Christ was there. He reminded the little person who was both the perpetrator and the victim to repent of his blind obedience, indifference, and selfishness. Repentance is his only way of salvation. The other place is in the mental hospital, where Jesus is only talked about seriously. The two mental patients were seriously discussing whether Jesus was God or not. One said that Jesus is not God, he is just a good man. Just like Tomas is a good person. However, Tomas is considered a lunatic. His father said he was crazy because he became a poet. However, a capitalist society only needs benefits, development and money. Where is poetry needed, where is poet needed, poetry will not bring economic benefits, and being a poet cannot be developed. Buy a car and a boat on the floor. So Tomas stopped talking, perhaps because the only thing a poet can do in this society is silence, because all his words are regarded as useless in society and no one listens. So people said he was crazy. That was the saddest moment in the film, a poet who stopped talking. It was a moment when the black humor and grim Anderson's feelings could not be controlled, and it was completely poured on Tomas, a poet who stopped talking. And this is also the moment when I feel that Anderson is rarely emotional. Because of this warmth, he portrayed the role of Stefan, Tomas’s younger brother. An incompetent little man. When Tomas's father Kalle only yelled at Tomas and yelled desperately, "Who can help him?" Stefan squatted tenderly and sadly in front of Tomas, slowly reading a poem, "Beloved the one who sits" "These words, which were logically unreasonable and meaningless to the businessman, were the only language his brother could understand. When people say that only laughter and crying are bad for your health, only Stefan’s poems can move Tomas. Tomas cried out and cried all the sadness that the world had forgotten. Stefan hugged him and let him go. Crying bitterly. Vallejo's Beloved the one who sits was originally anti-heroist, so it is very appropriate to use here. In these last days, there may be no heroes and no medicine to save the world. What we need is such a small person, who does not know how to preach, but only uses simple words to comfort those poets who are no longer able to speak out, comfort them with generous love and affirm them, and let them be for this disintegrated and distorted world. Weep bitterly, weep with them. 2015 was as realistic and gloomy as this movie, which made me feel hopeless. When the world became more and more crazy and absurd, I called on God countless times, but did not respond. In the new year, I hope I can start to speak and comfort all those who are silenced by despair or forced to silence, "Beloved be the ones who sits down". Perhaps this is the meaning of "blessed are those who mourn, because they will be comforted." In the last days, this is the strength and faith we need. Beloved be the unknown man and his wife. My fellow man with sleeves, neck and eyes! Beloved be the one who sleeps on his back. The one who wears a torn shoe in the rain. Beloved be the bald man without hat. The one who catches a finger in the door.
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