Mary is a reliable child, a reliable child's mind There will always be unreliable little ideas. For example, she believes that American children are squeezed out of Coke cans, but the problem is that the Coke mouth is so small that children can't come out, and this little idea died. She's especially sensitive to some scents, like the lemon-based dish soap on Damien's body, which makes people feel especially good. It suddenly occurred to me that this quirky little guy is actually very similar to little Emily. That little guy has inherited the romantic tradition of France, using cherries as earrings, and using his brain to sense the number of couples who have orgasms in Paris at a certain time.
Mr. Marx is a weird, fat man weighing more than 300 kilograms. He only likes to eat sweets such as chocolate. There is a mental illness, which was later researched by Mary, and it is called Asperger's disease. A depressive paranoid does not communicate emotions with people. In his world, Henry X's goldfish, the one-eyed cat, and the bearded old man Rauli who finally walked out of his fantasy world.
Marx is just a failed invisible man in the eyes of ordinary people, but I don't know if he was born in the wrong country. Why wasn't such a guy who believed in communism born in our country's Jin Dynasty? At that time, there were eccentric people like Tao Yuanming admiring chrysanthemums, and there were seven sages in the bamboo forest, such as Ji Kang drinking and playing the flute. Marx is also a weirdo who likes to fade away, but Americans don't recognize this style. What a discordant figure for a guy in his forties who has never used a condom!
New York in the movie is gray, and Australia doesn't have that kind of wild and colorful life. Mary and Marx's world has always been gray and dark. I was wrong, honestly at first I thought it was going to be as playful and fun as the beginning, thought it was just a pistachio that I saw and forgot, it was just fast in, fast out like a McDonald's fries in ketchup , disappeared into life, leaving not even a moment's imprint. However, I was wrong. I underestimated the romantic interest of Australians, the strong emotion emanating from the return of clay animation to the original, the original functionality of the animation, and the long-lost emotion that the marginalized people brought to the public.
Are they really borderline? Not necessarily, how many people can have a "poop face" that can make Dongshi embarrassed? How many people can quietly signal to everyone "it's mine or not" when they fart in an elevator? How many people can honestly say to the mayor "there's xx more cigarette butts in this part of the city tonight"? How many people can "regard money as dung" after winning the jackpot and don't care about those "external things"?
What attracts people about Mary and Marx is precisely what normal people think is abnormal. It's like the shameless laughter of a fool who pretends to be a fool and solicits passers-by. In fact, the most stupid is not the clown, but the audience. The clown itself is not ugly at all, but in a comical appearance, he stands in the center of the stage and becomes a peeped figure. Only the ugliness of the clown can be seen in the eyes of the audience, but the clown can see the ugliness of everyone. Who is stupid, no need to say.
Are all of us the same Dr. Bernard Hoff who instructed Mr. Marx? Use the public consciousness to identify the abnormality of individuals? Why do we have to judge life by the standards of the masses and the thoughts of the masses? Liao Yimei said: The public aesthetic is stinky shit! Yes, not only the public aesthetics, is the so-called public really correct? Mary's innocence, Marx's sincerity, they evoke a new understanding of people and people, people and society. In the movie, the towering Empire State Building and the "Statue of Liberty" who is still reading a book with a torch in the cloudy sky have changed. The pride in the eyes of the public has a sense of irony here. Highly developed New York reflects the twisted absurdity and darkness of today's world.
But fortunately, we remember a man named Max Jerry Hogwitz. He can raise his hand calmly when he farts, and he can still be calm after winning the jackpot. With these two points, I Enough to move, really, what else to say?
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