Watching this film in 2007 made me ashamed to say it, it was too late. However, I discovered that there is a knot of heart, a kind of emotion, even if it has been separated for many years, it is lingering. Whether it’s what the professor said: "The flowers bloom and need to be folded", "Just in time for fun" or "You can contribute a poem when you perform this powerful play", or the most classic "Stand high so you have a different perspective." , To find your own insights", you can lament that you were not born in that era, you can yearn for that kind of learning environment.
In September, another freshman entered the university like we did in the past, spending four years in disappointment, taking exams, going to the library, watching movies, and cursing in the cafeteria. After four years, they put themselves in front of many positions for sale. Always think that you are the best and the best. As the professor described in the film, the students are “energetic and unbelievable, as if the world is under control, and they think they are destined to accomplish great things.” You feel that the gods are jealous of talents. Everyone can't see themselves such a big piece of gold. With the resentment of breaking the corn, he was so annoyed with the unfull corn in his hand, he even threw away the corn in his hand, believing that he would find a better one, and often used philosophers as a shield, thinking "you You must live according to what you want, otherwise you can only think according to life." Believe that you are the maverick pig described by Wang Xiaobo, how many foolish people will be awakened by themselves, and a certain field will be changed by themselves. I laughed, what a similar mood. You can laugh at them for being naive, but you must never deny their cuteness. At least they dare to think, do, and behave. When I face too many "cynics", that is, the "realists" explained by the professor, "no "I" turns out to be so precious, impulse will have quality.
I believe that many people were moved by the sublimation of the picture at the end. The quietest and relatively weakest classmates all the time stood up, and then almost the whole class stood up. They stood on the table and read poems aloud. At this time, the teacher is shorter than them. The teacher looks up at them. The young people look down at the entire classroom. The world is in the hands of young people. In this world, they are looking for their own insights. Indignation and pride, this is a real power, a feat of thought and impulse.
The Death Poetry Club was destined to have a poetry club, but I didn’t expect that the Poetry Club was not in the classroom, in the dormitory, or in the library. It turned out to be in the cave, in the cave by the remote river, at night. Poetry clubs have unwritten regulations and unlimited members, random but organized, random but rigorous. Poetry, in that era, was an essential spiritual force for Neil who liked drama or students who studied physics. We can see that professors can teach literature in this way, and can "definitely" inspire students to create poetry, hysterical, but with good intentions. From Kong Qingdong to Xu Zhiyuan, I call them youthists, and they all have strong feelings for poetry. At first, I didn't understand it. It may be related to the age of my existence. Someone wrote an article saying, "Now that some people call you a poet, it is simply ironic." I finally understand that an era has the characteristics of an era. Those born in the 1960s and 1970s read poetry, and those born in the 1980s and 90s were trading in stocks. The characteristics of the times have the inevitability of its existence.
The last century was the era of the return of the chessboard's human nature and the regaining of ideals. Poetry is always full of enthusiasm and hope by virtue of its own charm. The era without poetry is the era without ideals. The expansive material desire not only takes away our daytime, but also encroaches on our dreamy night. To a certain extent, they were the spiritual leaders of that era, and they led a generation's ideological boom. Can’t help asking: Where is the spiritual leader of our time?
Neal is undoubtedly the protagonist. I always think he is very similar to Jin Carrey, and may subconsciously associate "Death Poetry Society" and "Trumen's World" together. After careful investigation, the two people have different degrees of similarity in appearance and personality. They are optimistic—greeting each other with a smiling face, and are full of enthusiasm for life. A mantra is: if you never see you again, I wish you a good morning, noon, and night; one encourages people around you to explore at night and form a death poetry society; perseverance-one insists on going to Fiji, the other insists on carrying out the acting to the end. It is precisely this definition of Neal. His suicide caught me off guard. Ending my life with a pistol might really awaken the minds of a group of people or even a generation. For Neal, does this design seem to be too haste? Leaving the happy and loving school, teachers and friends, go to a more deadly school to continue his studies, even if the reality is so dissatisfactory and desperate, he can resist and rise, but he cannot die. His death is an ideal The extinction is the abandonment of capital. If people are great because of their dreams, then Neil is gone at this time. Words of a family! A talented person said that I am good at acting, and after watching it, I am used to commenting with my own thoughts. I don't know if this is good or bad. In fact, I quite understand the movie thing. Different people have different opinions. Everyone has different knowledge composition, so there are differences in understanding. Maybe the theme that the director wants to express is not the theme I understand, or in the language of film and television, it seems that Neil did it calmly. The impact of suicide will be more direct than other methods, and it will match the rhythm of the whole film more.
Looking back, maybe there is no need to make such an evaluation or speculation about a character in a movie. It may be because of the love for this story. Because of love, there are tears in my eyes.
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