Perhaps for the bright-eyed, "Mary and Marx" is such a sad tragedy. A little girl with a dark childhood and her autistic pen pal have a life of mutual sympathy and mutual comfort.
But I think from the bottom of my heart that this is a very beautiful story. Because maybe those who are cheerful by nature can't understand what kind of joy it is to be satisfied only in one's own spiritual world without many friends. And I would say, because I am who I am, there is nothing wrong with that.
Marx said, "I think it's good to be an autistic person, and to treat me is like changing the color of my eyes."
He just couldn't understand why people thought him weird, and he couldn't understand others. He didn't understand why so many people in India were starving, and people still throw away piles of food; why the rainforest was being cut down when they needed oxygen; why the timetables were made when the buses didn't run on time. And so on,
Marx also has many hobbies that are different from normal people. For example, he likes to "collect" cigarette butts thrown by pedestrians on the street; he can quickly make up an 8-sided Rubik's cube; he likes to make up his own words; he often writes letters to the mayor and proposes all kinds of strange proposals; he chooses the same set of numbers when buying lottery tickets all year round. , and won a lottery jackpot in his 40s...
all these characteristics that are different from "normal" make me like Max even more. Even the lousy phrase "a madman and a genius are only one step away" seemed too bland to Marx. Just like the madman Frank in "Revolutionary Road", they are just too intelligent, and they see the world and problems so thoroughly and sharply that they break through the mediocre bottom line of ordinary people.
And judging from Marx's gentle consolation and wise guidance for the poor little girl, who can say that Marx is not a modest and noble person?
So even if Marx never saw his lovely and loyal little friend Mary, never used a condom, never knew what love was, never had a real friend (except Mary), never lost weight successfully, There is nothing to regret.
Because he is an autistic person, he does not need others to understand; because the precious friendship between him and Mary is enough to warm each other even if only through words; because he has no complicated desires, the lottery jackpot can be eaten as long as it is used to buy A lifetime of chocolate will satisfy.
He is just himself. Isn't it the most precious happiness to stay true to yourself all your life like this, not to distort yourself in order to cater to anyone, and not to pursue the so-called happiness and wealth in order to win anyone's eyes?
For little girl Mary, Marx means to her what this movie means to most people.
She understands that even if she is not beautiful enough, not talented enough, or even her parents don't like her that much, there must be some people somewhere in the world who understand herself, appreciate her own value, and even have the same quirks. Therefore, the first thing we have to do is to accept ourselves, one by one without reservation.
Marx once said, "I want to be anyone except myself." I think many people have felt the same way. Like, why am I not as pretty as XXX? Not as smart as XXX? No XXX brave? Not as attractive as XXX?
If you also have such doubts about yourself, when you feel that you are an unnecessary existence in this world. Just watch "Mary and Max". Maybe you will find yourself too fat, not beautiful, too isolated, not cheerful enough, but just a part of your nature. And the world already needs a variety of existences, so why pursue a cookie-cutter identity?
So, maybe you're just yourself, and that's fine.
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