BRUCE SRPINGSTEEN, what an old name, in my college days, his peak has passed, it was more than 20 years ago. Today I heard his song again—simple, straightforward, and old.
It’s strange that red neck sports always look very rough, such as American wrestling, which is actually a show, showing muscles and brute force, in order to satisfy the spectator’s violent desires-such as the disability with artificial legs. People-not the athletes themselves. The support and cheers they received did not come from strength at all, but from illusion.
But the red necks' songs are very delicate, even a little delicate-don't talk about heavy rock, country music is their true favorite. I listened to country music at the Cowboy Festival in Fort Worth, and the lively scene was not inferior to any pop superstar or rock star.
This is actually very similar to the red necks themselves-their appearance is rough, but they are actually quite fragile, so when the sledgehammer is old, it is so strong and needs comfort. Although he said he deserved his sin of loneliness, he still clumsy and tried hard to seek help.
But he finally returned to the wrestling ring, and when he made the final crushing pressure like suicide, tears burst into his face, and the flashlight kept on behind him. Many people think: Well, this is because of dignity, this is the last light of the late hero. I want to say: This is because of habit.
People can disregard dignity in order to survive, but when they are old, they would rather die than change their habits.
It's like being immersed in a dream and not wanting to wake up.
In fact, the life we choose is a dream. When you fall in love with this dream, you don't want to wake up, even if the cheers of the audience are the same as when they see the lions, tigers and clowns of the circus.
Because you love these.
Mickey Locke’s performance in the film really made me sad-this kind of sadness is deep in my heart and cannot be expressed through tears. I watched his rental house locked down, watched the nostalgia of his yellow briefing in his VAN, watched his clumsy expression of love and affection, watched his ease when getting along with his comrades, watched him at the food counter He bears the burden of humiliation, watching the absurdity of his drug use, and the glory of his last jump.
These are the costs.
The sledgehammer tried his best, he fulfilled his duty, just like in the BRUCE song: WHAT YOU CAN ASK MORE? What else do you want? He is an old dog with a broken leg on the street. He is a one-armed man fighting the breeze alone. He has given his whole life to the appearance of a sledgehammer.
At this point, I think of "My Million Baby". But suddenly I couldn't start talking about those emotions, but they couldn't describe them. In front of me, there was only the sledgehammer standing on the ropes trembling and preparing to jump in tears, and Maggie, who watched the coach injecting poison with a ventilator with eyes on her face.
There are too many people talking about Micky Rock’s legendary experience, so I won’t talk too much. For such a movie, for such an actor, the same sentence: WHAT YOU CAN ASK MORE?
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