The movie starts when Cathie's body is salvaged, and tells the story that happened before through Joe's memories.
Joe met Cathie on the beach and the two lived together. Cathie works and earns money, and Joe writes in the apartment. Two years later, Cathie told Joe to leave. When he left, he threw the typewriter into the river and started working on the barge.
Two months later, Joe ran into Cathie. They talked in a cafe and made each other by the river. Cathie said "I have a dream about you last night" and Joe said "I haven't think about you for month", but their eyes were Betrayed the lie. Cathie told Joe that she had his baby, she missed it, but the past days can't go back after all. Cathie stumbled and fell into the river. The body was salvaged by Joe one day. He put his hand on her back. She was dead, and he couldn't help thinking of her. If he could predict all this, he would not be so decisive when he stood up and left that night. He thought he could forget, but he could not throw away her photos, for the reason he couldn't even tell.
Joe and different women ML, but don't love them, there is no emotional soul, only numb desires are left. He took Cathie’s photo and Cathie’s mirror. He always thought of her, of the beach where they first met. They made each other on the boat in the river, the reluctant hug when they left, and the look in their eyes when they met again. The words flashing in the air, the way she took off her clothes that night, remembered the last palm print that had been salvaged her pale body.
They had loved each other, but he was not the one she wanted to marry. Cathie said: "If you have money, we might be together." There was no quarrel or cry when we parted. She watched him walk down the long spiral staircase. Leaving Cathie, Joe said that the typewriter had no meaning to him. Perhaps writing was not his true spiritual sustenance, Cathie was. Unreasonable love and fanaticism. When he went out and returned to their apartment, Cathie cleaned the room and lay on the bed but didn't sleep, didn't blame him, just quietly hugged his shoulders. He shook the boat vigorously in the middle of the river, he didn't go out to work, his surly temper, Cathie still loved him.
After Cathie was drowning, Joe always thought of him, when he looked at her photos and in the mirror, when he was in a daze while smoking and reading, and when there were other women standing in front of him. The barge just wandered down the narrow and crooked river, as aimlessly as Joe. He often lit a cigarette and picked up a book. Sometimes a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. For example, in the trial hall, Cathie 'S roommate thought that when he went to China, he unintentionally caused Cathie’s death, and he didn’t want others to be punished for no reason, but he didn’t have enough courage to say how everything happened. The plumber was ultimately Was sentenced to hang.
Joe picked up his things, burned Cathie's photo, threw away Cathie's mirror, and disappeared into the gloomy distance. After all, this is a sad love in a memory.
the great western road--David Byrne
A man sticks his fingers inside of his mouth
The words are stuck in there
He fishes them out
Whispers and mumbles, statements and verse, curses and love songs
For nobody else
Man takes a pencil and puts down his thoughts
The old human highway from Eden to Nod
Brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, strangers and cripples
In love with their lives
How they dance
In a trance
Where the river bends
Here we go,
Don't you know
That it never ends
Some who ride
Some who slide
Everyone you know
Travels on
That great western road
How they laugh
Raise a glass
Take a bottle down
Any face any place
In this northern town
Dragging on
Travel on
That great western road
Man goes to show world
And dreams of the stars
He leans to the left
He leans to the north
He learns to be humble
He learns from the trees
And all of God's creatures
To him they would speak
Saying wake up my little lambs
Wake up it's time to begin
Wake up it's all that you are
Wake up and it's not very far
Beggar-man soldier-man beggar-man and thief
Some are young
Some are old
And some on their knees
Broken legs broken nose
Swaying to and fro
As they walk
The great western road
Every snake
Every bird
Everying thing
Like a knife
In the night
I see her again
Blessed heart
Blessed word
Blessed skin and bones
All along
That great western road
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