In one scene in the play, Leon’s "lawyer" said to the school manager standing in the police car: "For us postmodernists, the revolutionary concept is very funny."
This sentence explains the basis of the whole film's laughter-in 21st century Canada, some people claim that Trotsky is reincarnated, so that they want to start a revolution in school. It seems that this expression has a sense of joy, and it is a time-honored sense of joy, just like seeing the knight fighting a windmill in modern society. "They are never out of fashion and are treated as lunatics."
The revolution is so far away from us, and we feel unfamiliar and alienated from it. Since the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the revolution has fallen into a low ebb around the world, and the former red regimes have turned to reforms, so that our generation can't feel the breath of revolution at all. What is the result of this revolutionary fault? Bored, or numb. We are trapped in the success criteria of the capitalist world without knowing it, and we have lost the enthusiasm and ideals of young people. In the 1970s, whether it was China or the United States, young people went to the streets one after another to fight and complain. That was a revolution and an outlet for hormonal venting. Compared with them, we are like twilight old people, tremblingly collecting a little bit of selfish and ridiculous benefits.
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
I once fantasized about becoming a revolutionary, and I also worshipped Trotsky and Che Guevara. But now I am bored and numb, dismissing the behavior of the revolutionaries as farce. Now I am sitting at the table late at night, and it seems that at a glance I can see my 60-year-old, accomplishing nothing and doing nothing. Is this the life I want? No. I want life to be meaningful, I want to live deep, absorb all the essence of life, and defeat everything that is not life, lest when my life ends, I find that I have never lived.
Perhaps it is meaningless to talk about ideals in the post-revolutionary era. Perhaps postmodernism has deconstructed all meanings, but it cannot deconstruct my meaning as a concrete person. This is the sorrow of the times, not my personal tragedy. As Gould said: "A person can enrich his own time while not belonging to this era, he can tell to all eras, because he does not belong to any particular era. This is a final defense of individualism. One can create his own time combination and refuse to accept any restrictions imposed by time planning. "A great poem is about to kick off, and you may also be able to add poetry lines to it.
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