This was the first movie I watched ELLEN, so when everyone called her JUNO, I called her TRACEY. Two years later, I have to write something new for this movie, because I have watched all ELLEN movies, whether it is the fierce loli in the image of Little Red Riding Hood, or the punk-shaped pulley girl, or the poor girl who was tortured to death, and the one who shaved half of her hair. Rebellious girl. None of these Xu characters can match the forever Tracy in my heart. If you are not particularly beautiful, especially good at dressing up, and have a good figure, a prominent family, a warm and harmonious family, or a very smart and talented person, then in fact, we have been as sullen and sullen as Tracy since we were young. Because we can't easily get what we want, childhood toys, grades in school, praise from teachers, support from classmates, approval from parents, favor of the opposite sex, and even the most basic respect. Not good looking, flat chested, baby fat or really fat, don't know makeup. Daydreaming, paranoid, fantasizing about the boys he likes. I am used to curling up to sleep, and I have a soft little world in my heart. He is silent to the people around him, and all his thoughts can only be redeemed in dreams. I don't like my family, I resent my parents for not trusting me, I hate the other child in my family. Get used to being alone, wrap your arms around your arms or put your hands in your pockets, and walk fast. He doesn't trust anyone, but he can easily hand himself over to a stranger. Without a smart head, neither can read or read seriously. Feeling that everyone around you is neurotic or that you are mentally ill. A period of rebellion that is longer than anyone and is not even sure whether it will end. If you are an ordinary girl, then on you, or at a certain time in your life, you are more or less called Tracy. I think this movie is something that a lot of guys don't understand, just like we don't understand their football shirt fights, love letters, smelly socks, jerking off, and shootout games. A fragmented film cut like a slideshow, we will never be able to piece together a fully digested adolescence. All our humility, all our rebellion, all our embarrassment, all our sins are like floral curtains wrapped around our naked bodies. Finally, it is peeled off layer by layer by time and matures.
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