It was completely different from the mood when I went to Changchun for the first time. At that time, most of the focus was on the "rock attitude", and the theme song "Fuck the Prime Minister's Force Fingerpult av Gerhardsen" naturally became the marijuana that made me feel excited. leaf. In the study room with no light in the evening, sometimes howling 17-level gusts flowed in from the double-layer soundproof windows that only opened 10 cm. Sometimes even the manuscript paper on the pile of books was blown all over the floor. My mood seemed to be the same as that of Philip. ㄧ Once again indulged in anxiety and fear of not being able to find a way out of life. I think the reason why I love this film a lot is because it resonates. Isn't I like Philip and Yili, in the chaotic stage of life?
How many such people are there? From kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, all the way to the high school career that Cobain called hell, questions about life and the future began to sprout in my heart. Why should I spend time studying textbooks here? Why must be admitted to university to succeed? Do I have to live the same life as my dad? At this time, most people choose to bury their doubts in the deep valley and continue to stay in the system, but a few people have accumulated an angry mood and there is nowhere to vent (ask parents, they are always the number one answer). People will find people to pick poles in the pool court when their classmates are taking history, geography, and Three Principles of the People class, practice levels in Internet cafes or watch the legend of the emperor in comics... but they are not really bad enough to take drugs. Join the gang, they are not really motivated and do not study (they will say: I only read books that I am interested in). With the number of absenteeism approaching the brink of being dropped out of school, and the 99 days when the day before the university entrance exam on the blackboard was changed from the original white chalk to the red chalk, the father became angry when he learned that the child dared to be so presumptuous. After squeezing this "non-growth waste" meal, these lost lambs returned to school and the sprint class before the exam again. It’s wonderful to say that they are somewhat clever, and they can reach the lowest threshold for college admissions (standards 7 or 8 years ago) in just two or three months, and some of those who did not pass the exam went to the re-examination class. Some have enlisted in the army ahead of time.
However, the anti-system and anti-cultural torch has not been extinguished. The departments filled by these freshmen who have just entered the university are mostly safe accounting, finance, finance, business management, and economics (because they don’t understand, the scores are just right. Parents’ expectations). After a few classes and two semesters, I have questions about my blind life every day. Do I really know what I will do in the future? Why should I waste time on things I don't want to miss at all? I want to transfer? Still suspend school? Of course, it takes a lot of courage to suspend school, and not everyone can push it out desperately. However, they have found sustenance from underground music, non-mainstream movies, and some art activities, a kind of anger and dissatisfaction with mainstream values and traditional systems that can freely indulge in their hearts. These young college students with superficial knowledge are stained with the blood of hippies in the 1960s and counter-cultural punk in the 1970s, and they secretly construct their own utopia. You will see them shaking their heads and shouting on the independent band’s LIVE, watching them sitting alone in the corner in a small theater that does not show Hollywood commercials, and watching them in non-chain cafes (they think Starbucks is a place for office workers to talk about business). When they hold remote philosophical thoughts in their hands, they try to find their own language in Saudi existentialism, Schopenhauer's nihilism, Nietzsche's subjective idealism, or the thoughts of broken poets. Over time, these decadent students who had never loved reading in the eyes of their parents and teachers turned into literary and artistic youths full of books from various fields and posters of John Lennon and Kurt Cobain in their study. They are just using all kinds of ways, all kinds of relationships, all kinds of craziness, and all kinds of things that they feel very awkward at this time to prove that they have existed in isolation, and they just want to have a rebellious soul in exchange for youth.
Philip, Yili and their group of mochi are obviously such a group of people. They love rock and roll and disdain the products of the capitalist world for profit and sell their souls. Having a girlfriend is a terrible thing for them. Women will only let you indulge in evening variety shows, linger in romantic reveries, and finally become a comfortable middle-class idiot! (These are what the characters say in the movie, not me...) But these thoughts are just their anti-mainstream transitional behavior. As they get older, the image of rock-blooded youth slowly lurks under the outside, only when they are old. When the friends get together, they will pick up the rock single "Fuck the Prime Minister's Force" which was madly HIGH back then, and fuck it again!
Even if I have not studied Nordic culture in depth, I really like the pure black and white aesthetics in Nordic movies (it is also related to Nordic people, I always feel that they are clean and look good in whatever they wear), or the director's sudden black humor . This is the same as their design. The first adjective that comes to mind is simplicity, without unnecessary nonsense. This is true for every link from the beginning of the film, the soundtrack to the end of the film. If you have time, you might as well take a look at the art of reverse thinking that has just been screened, which is just as awesome.
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