Few movies actually cause me physical discomfort. Hanek did it with simple themes and simple pictures. While watching the movie, I couldn't hold on for several times, and something rolled in my stomach, almost vomiting.
I really want to talk about "addiction". Whether it is requirement, satisfaction, accomplishment, or addiction, they all have a common core in them, which dominates our restless hearts.
It is difficult for me to say whether addiction and sense of accomplishment will lead to the same goal if we deviate from worldly standards.
Of course this assumption is unrealistic. They are all products of a secular society, and secular rules are the framework that supports the secular society. We can't strip the skeleton to talk about pulpy meat. That may not make sense, but it must have no result.
Bring the topic closer. Take a look at the things that dominate our lives within our reach. For example, the computer I’m tapping on now, the phone I have at my fingertips, the Internet on which I live. I think there are some moments, we must all be considered strangers. For example, 10% of the electricity, such as inappropriate charging ports, such as fast and slow networks, such as a few seconds when the elevator loses signal. Another example is when the charger is caught in the remaining 2% of the moment, the signal is full when the elevator door is opened, and the buffered circle disappears for one second. It's hard to say that we are not an addict.
I know this topic is clichéd. But at the moment when the movie was buffering, I subconsciously grabbed the phone and saw the screen prompt "Your use time has reached the limit today." I was totally shocked. I don't understand why I can't wait for even a second, even for a second, I have to grab a mobile phone that I don't have permission to use. The words "healthy use of mobile phones" on the screen shocked me. Even under the premise of soaring myopia and reminding myself to pay attention to the use time of electronic products countless times, I still can't control myself. Sometimes, the spirit is empty, can't read the book, can't listen to the class, just lie on the bed and use the social software. To be honest, they are all old things with no new ideas. But I can't put down my phone. Can't put down the iPad. Can't put down the notebook. Until the eyes are sore, I will stop for dozens of seconds, rub my temples, open my eyes, light up the phone, go on.
I am damned fascinated by electronics. I changed my phone to a new computer and I want to change to a new iPad. The result is that I spend more and more time on the electronic screen, and become more and more unable to extricate myself. Even in this second, it still is. I am totally addict.
In addition to self-blame and confession, I want to talk about something else. It is the cause behind the addiction shown in the film. This touched me and shocked me. The title requiem for a dream directly reveals the reason behind addiction-dream.
Sara dreams of being on TV, that is her only hope for a dull and boring life. She began to become hopeful, energetic and pursuing, but when her ability and desire could not match, she began to seek shortcuts, she began to be greedy, began to lose control, and began to fall into the abyss. Even if she fell to the bottom of the abyss, even if she was forced to receive electric shock treatment, even if all the hallucinations remained in the end, what remained the same was her love for her son and her husband for life. Addiction originated from greed, but in the end, greed originated from love, love for life. How ridiculous, and ultimately the same result by different routes.
The movie does not explain how Harry and Marion got involved in drugs. Whether it is HarryMarion or Tyrone, they are very different from traditional addicts. I used the first pot of money selling drugs to buy gifts for my mother, used all the ransom to help my brothers, eager to realize their dreams of costume design, risked being caught by the police and sent my brothers to the hospital, even in prison, I was the first to want to help my brothers. It's a pity that the tone is wrong and everything is empty. What drove them toward this wrong and wrong path was also the dream, more precisely, the yearning and desire for a better life. In more details, I also hope that those who are well fed and dressed warmly have the ability to be grateful and rewarded by their side. But not all the crushes brought about by beautiful visions will enable us to embark on a better path.
There are bombs planted by addiction everywhere in life, and sometimes they pretend to be like Dream. Be cautious.
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