If Woody Allen is not a director, he might be a psychologist. The task of the psychologist is not to treat, not to suggest, but to observe as an outsider, and then write the case into his book. Woody Allen’s movies sometimes make me think that it is a manual for mental diagnosis and treatment from the sidelines. You think you are sick, and you tell the doctor your symptoms. It turns out that the doctor is more epileptic than you, so you should treat yourself.
She thought her family loved her very much, but the truth was that they hated her.
She thought she was her best friend, but she deliberately lost contact and didn't want to see her again.
She thinks she is a good wife, but the husband separates with her and there are others outside.
She thought that the woman who was crying pitifully needed help, but she said that she was old and didn't want to be like her.
She thought she could be a mentor and helpful friend to others, but her stepdaughter said that she was always scolding others.
She thought she was a good teacher with a successful career, and even some students said to her: Thank you, you have changed my life. But being so praised, but embarrassed and self-doubt.
This is a terrifying truth. We think we are such a person, but the truth is that I am such a person in the eyes of others? Why is it so deviated? So which one of me is more real? Do I define me myself or what others define me? Either I accept two contradictory me at the same time, or I deny one of them to accept the other? How can I do it?
At the end of the movie, she said that I was more sober than a while ago, and she also has a plan to actively change the relationship between herself and others. It seems that the self-defined me defeated the self-defined me, and it is also the consistent Woody Allen’s. Pragmatic attitude.
The self is an abyss, and it is difficult for people who have fallen into it to get out. Compromise with the outside world must be an extremely painful experience for us, but what is even more frightening is that many of us don't even have the opportunity to realize that we are alone in the abyss.
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