What is the so-called lost dream. Is it to forget the smugness at the beginning or lower the so-called dignified head just in exchange for five buckets of rice?
There are countless answers to this question.
But the saddest answer in the end was that I couldn't like myself any more.
Why should Paris be labelled the good life wishful thinking, in order to flaunt oneself and others.
Frank and Aibo, like everyone who is tossing between dreams and reality, are helpless against the huge gap, out of control in anger or crying. Not everyone can stand the boredom and tenacity of reality. If you don't kowtow, you will be hated by yourself. If you really kowtow, you have to endure all kinds of accusations from people.
Wouldn't it be nice to live like everyone else? Mom would always tell me such simple ideas. This is the easiest.
Or it can indeed be a good person in the eyes of others, and occasionally receive a sick son for them, with a trembling tone.
From the very beginning, the sad mood that was reflected by a group of third-rate actors, quarreled with her husband, and tidy up the house with a lonely face. Then there is the excited plan, radiating all the way; then the struggle to resist the compromising husband until she kills their child and kills herself. And he, doing a job that he didn't like very much, cheated occasionally, and said with a lonely face, "I prayed that I would never be like you", while facing a lover who is crazy to realize his wish, he can only do the same Arguing with her frantically, hurting each other.
This is actually when the dream shines into reality.
They clearly love each other, but they can only hurt each other. It is like two levels entangled in our hearts, one sings for idealism, the other bows to reality; one can give all the courage to dream, one can only stand on the edge and tremble; one frantically pursues at all costs, the other With a sense of universal responsibility to fulfill the lies that they dare not advance; they live on the revolutionary road in everyone's heart.
After Apple's death, he was hysterical outside the emergency room. He survived after all, I don't know if this is a metaphor of the director. After reality and love collide violently, it is easier for reality to survive because he is willing to accept and accept life, instead of demanding further "life". Although I am not sure of the two of them, who is more tragic.
It is because of being smart and seeing through reality that he is destined to accept such a tragic baptism. It is because they can see clearly that they understand the huge difference between taking a step forward and taking a step back. If you can't see clearly from the beginning, you don't have to suffer like this.
"Look at those ordinary people. Except for the great disaster that falls on their heads, they are always satisfied and do not feel pain for those common misfortunes. The same is true for birds, beasts, fish and insects. They do not feel such pain."
This is Maupassant's sentence. Even if I don't think so. I understand that behind those seemingly decisive turns, there are countless tears that slipped down at night, and the sleepless nights. How can there be no dreams, but not everyone has the courage. The reality that is pulling behind us is so huge and heavy, and the reality that we are hard to cut will eventually bring down the dream.
As the mathematician pointed out, the husband is a coward and a coward. He was so angry that the truth was exposed, and his wife could only sit there and let her thoughts keep shaking.
Not everyone has the ability, the courage, the guts to take on the truth of life.
Even if many people like what Miss Zhang wrote, "Life is like a gorgeous robe full of lice."
A sign of being drowning in reality is to start fighting for things you don't want, start to get bored and don't know What are you pursuing, what are you hoping for, and what should you give up and say goodbye to? Just dazedly, standing in the crowd without knowing where to go, watching the sunrise and sunset, spending the time of my life day by day.
It should be understandable that I hate my helplessness more than the last minute.
Because she had begun to hate herself, she could no longer do any thoughtful activities to Frank, who she loved, because she was exhausted to deal with her own heart.
Kate and Leo staged the detective drama of their entire lives with just one family breakdown. It's just that maybe the truth is too tragic for many people to accept. Because no one can't remember the epic epic of sparkling and heroic love between them, and at that time she had the same desire as "Revolutionary Road". Looking at the less-than-perfect faces of the two people eleven years later, I can't help but think, even in case, the ending of their runaway is a fairy tale?
But a good movie is one that keeps making people think, so that there are countless Franks and Aibos in everyone's hearts. Let them tear and struggle in the cracks, in exchange for our thorough understanding. Or, simply, just a thought process.
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