In this mood, I watched a movie recommended by a friend, Big Fish in 2003, directed by Tim Burton.
You can simply understand it as a family ethics film. The dying father will be the father's son. I haven't talked for many years because my son can't understand why his father always brags about his fantasy experience to others. In the eyes of the son, the father’s past is nothing more than a pillow story before going to bed in his childhood. Time stripped away the innocent shell and exposed the vicissitudes of life, but why couldn't it strip away the false fantasies of his father? Why can't my father reveal his true side to his family? As a result, the stories alternate in splendid memories and gentle reality. Towards the end, the son finally understood his father. It turned out that my father was the big catfish that appeared repeatedly in that story. Leave only the aftermath of the clear water, and gradually disappear in the mist...
You can also understand it as a new era of "The Wizard of Oz" like the introduction on the Hong Kong version of the jacket. Witches, jungles, Taoyuan towns, monster giants, and even exotic soldiers. Father’s youth was always full of tricks and adventures. He is the bravest child, the hottest young man, and the most romantic lover. No one knows how much of these characters are fabricated or true. But this is just like the meaning brought by the Wizard of Oz. Perhaps Dorothy has never left Kansas, and she will never find OZ country again, but this does not prevent her from the story of the lion, the tin man, and the scarecrow, becoming a generation of children and growing up. Stimulants.
I watched "Big Fish", and it was more of mixed feelings and I couldn't talk about it. When his father was critically ill and hugged his mother in the big bathtub, he said: I'm going to be dry. Suddenly, I was very sad, and I couldn't stop crying. Some people’s lives really come from rivers, lakes, and seas. They are not the descendants of monkeys. When you are asleep, they can only keep their eyes open because they have no eyelids. Do nothing, penetrate the endless night and sky. They breathed quietly with their gills, wandering among the desolation and vastness, suffocating in the depths of the bustling city. There were scales on the body, it hurts to pull it off, so I had to cover it up with a cloth jacket, occasionally revealing a clavicle or a hill of ankles, radiant and radiant. Their fate is flowing water, so they won't stay anywhere. Go eastward, and finally embrace the sea. Their trap is a bait. Too many delicacies are trapped on both sides of the strait, and sometimes it is a lifetime regret to speak once. They are the only beings who know how to live together. They are a legend left by a rut.
There are thousands of images in movies, I just use my own way to understand them. Because there have been people like my father in the film in my life. They are optimistic, kind, enthusiastic, and magical.
Also because I like fish. Southern fish, northern fish. Pisces. Zifei fish.
Sometimes I want to be the person I like. Sometimes I have to give up for the one I love. Sometimes you can't understand me. Sometimes I don't try to seduce you. But I know you are the big fish. I never knew.
I was spitting bubbles in this half-acre square pond. The poet said: But because of the king, I have been pondering it so far.
Haven't you seen it yet?
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