Where do you start? If you don't know where to start, find this movie by yourself, and watch the motivation and purpose of it!
I'm tired of America or imitating the simple and crude films of the United States (in fact, I have almost never had any interest in it). Now I really want to believe that it makes sense for Europeans to look down on Americans. It’s true that the Americans (early Americans, who knows, I thought it was in my own mind anyway) once admitted that they were vulgar and wanted to change themselves so that Europeans could see themselves, but they failed, of course. The reason for the prejudice of the Europeans, but the fundamental thing (even a little bit complicated Catholicism? Anglicanism? They can't figure it out, can they ask them to be good at more complicated things?), they really can't.
Anyway, for various reasons, they failed. Of course, Americans must be smart. They changed their way. This is the privilege of the weak. It is their cleverness. To prove that their vulgarity is reasonable, great and even universal, of course, they have not forgotten to oppose the Europe they once aspired to be accepted and recognized. Europe is everything in Europe. They succeeded, because of the number of people, why the number of people has become an advantage, because of technology, because of the world. For example, even philosophy has become a technical activity. Is there still a need for philosophy?
In the end, technology triumphed, and the people also triumphed. There is nothing wrong with this, in other words, how good it is! But the group of things called "pretentious, elegant and sophisticated" should also give them a way to survive. After all, those things are not technology but experience (in the Aristotelian sense), and thinking is not wisdom, but complexity. Not simple. Should we be proud of simplicity and ashamed of complexity? Do you say this is depravity?
Take the above as a preface! Let's mourn the time when we are proud of complexity! That is the age of our human beings living in mythology, right? Maybe.
Speaking of the movie, the director is Roman Polanski (I don’t know why everyone has been emphasizing that he is a great director, but no one of other great directors emphasizes that. Is this a sham? Forgive my ignorance). This film is worthy of fun, "over and over" in various senses, of course I have to admit that I can't sort out these "over and over", so I can't go this way, I still choose a few entry points, and maybe talk about my personal feelings!
The female protagonist has been resisting everything she should have given her by the male protagonist. She thinks all this is so ridiculous, how can she think so? But the male protagonist, he, has always believed that she is like this. This is her essence, this is her that the male subject will come to, and this is the real her, the great her.
I found that the male is so cunning, "the male subject will come to her, this is the real her, the great she". In other words, as a female, if she realizes her essence, her greatness (of course this essence and greatness) It is still a concept created by men. Of course, women’s acceptance of this concept is a forced behavior, as in a movie. Although the heroine stands in the center of the stage and dominates the stage, she is still controlled by the director as the director, so-called voluntary surrender. With her, he just forced her to enslave him. What is this? First, completely irresponsible, obviously exercising rights, but this right is only given to women in form, and the duties and responsibilities are also transferred to women. Men don’t have to bear any responsibility. Second, they are completely weak and dare not face everything. They need to create tools to replace his body to face the world. Women are the tools for men to contact the world.) For men, it’s good.
And if you don’t realize it, don’t know what he’s talking about, it doesn’t matter to a man, because the essence and greatness he imposed on her first explains his essence and greatness (he discovered all this). The second and most important point is that he is actually the meaningful and great her in his imagination. There is no doubt about this. Because men lack a right, that is, the right to be beautiful, in other words, men cannot be beautiful. Furthermore, men cannot take beauty as an end. We don’t deny that as a result, men can definitely be beautiful (of course, we have to exclude those that are themselves Men who don’t want beauty as a goal, this is normal). But there are men who desire beauty and aim for beauty, at least among artists (fortunately or unfortunately for them to discover beauty). So they made sense, sanctified her in their hearts, and became her step by step. In their hearts, in purity, they became women. Here they occupied the territory of women and finally took beauty as their own. Beauty finally It can be upright and purposeful to be pursued by him. While pursuing, and hiding himself, no one found that he was a strange existence (thinking that high heels are beautiful and a great man, the essence of which is to desire to wear it by himself, but it is never possible to be a man), to be beautiful For the purpose of male, deified female is his highest masturbation?
In any case, women have always been put aside by men, watching men play games with children, "little girls", "women" and so on.
This film reminds me of the movie "Mother" starring Jennifer Lawrence. Isn’t the big cousin who is the metaphor of mother the muse who was lured over by the writer and abandoned? Being processed and created over and over again. Who cares, the muse is reduced to a tool for male writers to pursue beauty. Destroy, just start over again.
All words, melody, and images are not all like this, as long as men (the men here are not men in the ordinary sense, the creators of art works, similar to men, women in the practical sense are like this.) It’s good to be able to pursue beauty, In fact, everything they praised is not important, but it is dead and resurrected. Who cares about the tortured "mother", Muse.
I found a problem. The movie is nothing but the same for me. It's just a tool for me to interpret my thinking. I said that the better the movie, the deeper it is, the more it reflects my thoughts. It seems that I am a fake mother, I want to admit it, don't I?
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