I often talk alone for hours. Fragmented feelings, comments on real news; a chain of thoughts after reading a certain passage by comparing it with previous and subsequent works; imagining a dialogue scene, with whom I am speaking, or speaking to a group of people; repeating Talking about her past experiences...
Jasmine's repeated self- talk was miserable. This is her confronting the reality with her own narrative after she could not accept the reality, and using her words to create a safe world that conforms to her imagination. She succeeded for a time, the past was obscured by the dense veil of her chatter, and she was only willing to kiss the violet of the future.
In fact, the reality is too cruel to tolerate a person living in his own world.
If reality hadn't reminded her again and again, the past might have passed. Yet we can never escape because we are part of reality. The only thing you can't escape is yourself.
Even if you change the environment and marry a wealthy and noble son-in-law again, life will only be repeated once. This is Jasmine's fate. She didn't know what she lacked.
For me off-screen, the problem is much more complicated. Because there is no dramatic conflict, no explicit connection between my past and my future. Born in, I don't know how to define it, we in this era have already fallen into a diverse, complex and unknown history. So we can't even control ourselves.
Diversity allows us to appreciate life and art of all eras and types. Life seems to be the light scattered on a drop of water. At the same time it lost density, strength and purity. The self is repeatedly shaped in the mixed ideology and historical process, publicity and cowardice, repression and unrestrainedness, poetry and accidents, all of which converge on me. At this moment, the cognitive assembly is completed, so I have become a person.
As if Jasmine was in a new outfit, my narrative really convinced me that I was a different person. Maybe it doesn't matter who I am. Because I don't need this person with a certain personality in my life, and when you don't need to get along with people, your personality is meaningless.
When life consists only of literature, movies, and all kinds of appreciative activities, the countless words and feelings, the answer of the next work to the previous work, the flirting between different works, these make you unable to extricate yourself. What's more, the reality in your life is all converted into words, which are not people and things in reality, but objects in concepts and aesthetics. It doesn't even have life, it's up to you.
You are arranging relatives, friends, and strangers as if you were arranging literary images. They are interspersed in your life like watching a play. For you, they lose the touch of being really together, emotionally, physically, and they are separated from you. Your emotional difference may only be as lingering as the "Huanzhu Gege" you watched when you were a child, but it is stronger than "The Legend of Zhen Huan".
Even more frightening is the language itself. Because language is out of your control. When you start to speak, logic and feeling will push the language step by step to the solution, you see life defined by an inexplicable force when you tap the keyboard, and there is nothing you can do.
View more about Blue Jasmine reviews
