After watching this drama, it reminds me of a sentence from the episode "Flying Birds": We see the world wrong and say it deceives us.
But sometimes: the perpetrator is indeed the victim of the world and not just himself
From the very beginning, it was impossible for the male and female protagonists to redeem each other. They were victims of the violence of their parents, and they became the perpetrators to disrupt the world. The world (the victims) had the fantasy of changing their faces for the male and female protagonists (the perpetrators), just like the female protagonist. (the victim) is as absurd as to have a fantasy about the father (the perpetrator) who abandoned her
What the end of the f**king world conveyed to me is an attitude towards doing things: reduce expectations for the world
(Of course, this is a small funeral drama or you have to be full of hope in life. The plot and characters in the drama are very dramatic, so that the audience is cool)
(Love part: The love between the hero and heroine is so healing to me. The process of building trust from existence to non-existence and then gradually forming a knot in my heart as the two kissing on the beach unfolded. This kind of real teenage The love with the elements of crime is a juvenile that you can’t capture at all. The experience of interdependence, exporting the values that you think is right, and building a crazy utopia for the two of them. Except for each other, the whole world is bullshit.
(A question mark: In fact, at the end, I especially want to hear the male protagonist say what people mean to each other. I tried to solve the problem from his perspective, but I found that no matter how I interpreted it, it was far-fetched. I am not him without his experience and personality, only He said it himself, I can figure this out, maybe this is a surprise box left by the writers, or the second season will say (see the second season tomorrow) or wait for us to find the answer)
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