Anything big can lead to obsessive-compulsive disorder. The painful consequence of being indulged in dystopian novels and movies for a long period of time is the unthinking of what kind of stuff it catches.
This turned out to be a society at its peak of industrialization, where everything falls into a harmonious unity that is not consciously perceived. Humans have lost their natural right to pursue themselves and are easily controlled by mechanized government organizations. It's just that there is no underground resistance organization, no natural awakening of self-consciousness, and the low-energy descendants of humans in the vast universe are confused and lost time in the new paradise.
This is a fairy tale after all, so it must have a beautiful fairy tale ending, lovers will eventually become family members, evil forces will eventually be eradicated, and the world will return to light and good. But where is the hope this time?
The arrogant humans are finally completely brain dead, and they themselves can't save themselves.
When it was, the great hero was finally born. I saw him wearing gold armor, stepping on auspicious clouds, walking like a gust of wind, breaking lightning, palms like pincers, eyes like lamps, head like towers, fixed like a clock, body length...shakuhachi...width and shakuhachi...咿Whoops, screaming, bowed heads and ears, embarrassed and awkward...
If, I mean, if you are a human, some arrogant big winter melon lying on a stretcher for a lifetime, you are willing to let yourself be such a... Doesn't grandma hurt the strange Didi who the uncle doesn't love to save?
Speaking of which, I am proud! Human beings are finally incompetent, so incompetent that they don't even have the strength to dig their eyes and cut their own eyes. Ulla, the robot saves mankind!
But...it's not right, this doesn't seem to be a dystopian routine. How can the creature save the Creator in turn? How can there be apostasy among the created beings ascended to ruler? This...illogical.
"WALL·E"? Do you really belong to this era?
But logic is a fart.
After experiencing endless self-made disasters, do we still want to save ourselves? Don't be kidding, you are like me, you are not saved, but my condition is a little more severe, not only the limbs are weak, but also nonsense.
I believe that everything is anim, and nothing is a coincidence. One day, integrated circuits will also accumulate thoughts. As mentioned in "We", how can you have a "mind", how dare you to restore the "mind"... But we have a "mind", we are a "person", our mind determines this.
Soul, so we find our own soul.
The road is tortuous, and the future is bright. It's just that human beings cannot always be their own beacon.
We, great human beings, must frankly admit today that we already need certain machines with a cold appearance and a fiery heart to teach ourselves what the heart is and how to find the true meaning of love.
Behold, the hero is waving his claws in front, and it is leading us back to our hometown. Where is my hometown? Hometown is by no means a utopia. Hometown is not a peach blossom field. Hometown is hometown. Even if it is devastated and rubbish all over the country, no one knows when the pizza-bearing tree will grow again. There is love in my hometown, and there are village girls in my hometown...
Come back, come back, even if you are a wanderer who thinks you are too fat to stand up. So mankind was saved again, as must be the case in fairy tales.
O, captain, my captain, you are a big leg, you are a vassal of a hero, just like a human being is a vassal of a machine, but you are enlightened, you are mentally refined, and then you affirm your self-awareness. As a result, you became truly the captain, and you returned with your people.
Then, the 2001 Space Odyssey also returned.
All directors should pay tribute to Kubrick, and all sci-fi movies are paying homage to 2001. The emperor, we, human beings, need a 2001 to guide the mind in 50 years, and a WALL·E to clear the mind in 10 years.
When "The Saying of Zarathustra" sounded again, I saw the evolution of ape-man again, but this time human beings were already at the beginning of the road to rebirth. The delicate grass replaced the black and treacherous square stones, so the warmth replaced the killing, and human beings had completed reincarnation and redemption without self-destruction.
Well, this is the 2001 Space Odyssey of the era. We have a deep and comprehensive understanding of the dark. Now putting Shakespeare and his tragedy away, let’s look at Andersen’s fairy tales.
I can't see the advanced form of AI as terrifying at all. The pessimistic argument has been ignored for the time being. I suddenly found myself believing that there really are "good" and "bad" machines in this space...well, but, good and bad Isn't it human spirit and behavioral traits? Or, I have to go a step further. Do I have to go through the difficult journey of the unity of good and evil to the conversion of good and evil?
Forget it, this is just a fairy tale. There are only good people and bad people in fairy tales, and there are no poor bugs struggling between good and evil. Everyone is pure, and those with blue faces and fangs must be fierce.
This is just a fairy tale, What a wonderful world. A
bunch of digressions:
Bobby Mcferrin’s Don’t Worry, Be Happy was released in the cabin of WALL·E. I just set this song as the background music of my school’s intranet the day before. It appeared again today. Could it be that there is self-will in the dark? Or is it a cycle? No matter what, we look forward to nature, so he will appear and shine.
An eve spacecraft took off from the earth and hit the clouds at one end, so the blue sky was revealed... It seems that the world is just a pile of garbage, and the air pollution is limited to suspended particles, which can cover the atmosphere near the ground at most. It really is not incurable. .
I think Arthur Clarke can be added to the original ending credits.
The ending credits are great! From the ancient Egyptian murals all the way to Van Gogh, the colors dance with the notes in incomparable harmony! Note: "Harmony" here is really a complimentary word.
This film tells us that maintaining weight is actually as important as protecting the environment.
In memory of Justin wright
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