At that time, "Little Sunshine" was widely praised and the voice was very high. Almost all of my movie viewing guides were provided by the media. The media's movie-watching interest determines my movie-watching interest. On an ordinary day, I double-clicked the mouse and started watching the movie.
In the opening movie, my mother went to the hospital to pick up my uncle’s bridge, which made me think this movie was very boring, but when the whole family gathered around the dining table to quarrel, I was ignited, because that kind of quarrel was so routine. I have never seen such a quarrel. It made me think that only my family can have such quarrels. Other families are peaceful and harmonious.
Dad preached his nine-part success passionately, the camera turned to the stage and the lights came on, and I saw the sparse and lifeless audience. I am reminded of my faithful and successful inspirational books when I was in junior high school. Suddenly, I felt a stray wind blowing.
I like the role of my brother very much, because he is the first one I have ever seen-whether in a movie or in reality-who would lie in bed and read books, read books between trips, and use books to separate himself from the outside world. People, I have a feeling of seeing my loved ones. I also tried to read Nietzsche's book and forced myself to worship this genius. Unfortunately, my qualifications were so bad that I didn't understand what the genius was talking about, so give up.
I really like the role of Grandpa, who lives arbitrarily and has a kind heart.
When my uncle first entered this family, he was not a supernatural person. He also had his father's concept of success and failure in his mind, but he was far weaker than his father. He cares about his authority in the field of Proust, cares about the honorary awards he has won, and cares about the awards he desires for the current boyfriend of his ex-boyfriend. When human power is needed to start the car, he and everyone push the cart at the rear of the car. He always says: Do you know, I won Proust's first-class bonus. But when everyone returned from the pageant, he didn't say anything.
When I watched this film for the first time in my freshman year, when my brother said: do what you want to do, and fuck the rest., I boiled and tears ran. After school started, I was still chewing this sentence repeatedly, because I felt that I was so unfree. When I was in high school, I yearned for college. I thought I was going to live a life of arrogantly reading books and movies. Actually, I didn't. There is a college entrance examination in high school and postgraduate in college. There is always one thing that makes me involuntarily involuntarily. One night after I finished drinking milk tea, I washed the white paper cup, and then wrote the line on the wall of the cup with a marker and placed it on the bookshelf beside the bed. Later, I don't know where the cup went, I completely forgot it.
Life is squeezed by survival. Life was put on hold. Never know what to enjoy life.
Regarding the small climax at the end of the film, when I first watched it, I was just happy that it did not fall into the archaic bridge design. When I saw it again this time, I felt completely different.
When Oliver started dancing the striptease that Grandpa taught her on the stage, I burst into tears. Oliver is an outlier in this beauty contest. From appearance to dress to talent show, she does not meet the standards of this kind of contest. The judges and audience sitting in the audience symbolize the mainstream values of the society. They set the rules of the game and judgment standards. In this materialized commercial society, money becomes the only criterion for measuring the value of life. Why are we forced to participate in such a beauty contest? Why should we accept the scrutiny of those judges? Is winning the beauty pageant really so proud of? I wear thick glasses, a small belly, and my hair is not made into big wavy curls. I won't show the audience a sweet and charming smile. Is it damn good? ! Why must I comply with your aesthetic rules?
My brother said that life is like this beauty pageant, go to the fucking beauty pageant, go to the fucking flight academy, if I want to fly, I will find another way.
I have been longing for the day when I live in a society with diversified values. There are blond beauties and glasses-bellied girls, but there are no judges sitting in jeopardy to judge their success or failure.
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