While watching this movie, I was thinking, isn't this Harold just like a little reptile in an American institution? To say that the professionalism of American reptiles is much stronger than that of Chinese reptiles. In addition to resisting corrosion and never sticking to it, Harold's professional quality is also quite good. The friendship was as light as water, and there was absolutely no suspicion of gangs. What's more valuable is that Harold also insisted on professionalism when faced with the problem of life and death. He used the novel to be evaluated by the authority. If the authority said it was a good novel, then we would recognize it even if we died. I would first invite the professor to eat, sing and bathe, and let the old man think that the work is worthless, and then directly give the author a red envelope to ask her to change the ending. Of course, there may be many other manipulations beyond my imagination. But then again, if our netizens who scold the little Chinese reptiles are allowed to go to the United States to become American reptiles, or have a relative or acquaintance to become American reptiles, I guess nine and a half of them will be unhappy: What the hell is this? People have a good life...
The reptiles in China are not very good, and the reptiles in the United States also have their own troubles.
Many critics of the film compared it to The Truman World. I was thinking of "The Matrix" while watching this movie. After the veil of illusion was lifted and the secret of fate was revealed, why is the gap between people so big? Neo chose to fight back. If he were a Muslim, I guess he would have turned himself into a personal bomb to find the author! Harold accepted it, and then waited for the god-like writer to have a good heart, spare himself not to die, and still hold the beauty back. Is this a comedy or a tragedy? I'm confused……
In "Protestant Ethics and the Spirit of Capitalism", Max Weber once predicted the prospect of increasing rationalization of modern civilization: "The last stage of the development of this culture: the expert has no soul, the indulgence has no heart; this waste fantasizes It has reached an unprecedented level of civilization itself." This would be an "iron cage" of reason.
There is no one in the cage. There are only little reptiles living a happy life.
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