Chatting with Mr. Paul today, Paul said, "The biggest thing we have in common is staying away from the world. Mistakes."
"I think it's a mistake now." I said "Often people like to make mistakes, and I'm the type of unrepentant."
Paul said, "Please change a little."
I said, "I can't change it." Maybe I will be forced to change part of it when I become a mother in the future.
"I recently bought the Cement Garden and I am watching it with great interest. Now I read the book and look back and feel the benefits of the movie. The movie is like a dynamic copy of a novel, and the remake is great. To the words of "Cement Garden", it seems like A hammer hammered to my heart, I have never felt so much, I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza! Jack is like what Henry James describes as an "unreliable narrator", refracting cement from his eyes The garden and the world around him, I would rather exist in Jack's cement garden, but I don't have that kind of luck, I can only try to maintain my island in the mind of a broken and illusory soul. For the last "incest" I have In other words, incest is indeed relative to social norms. In a cement garden, there are no social norms. How can we live together? The union of Jack and Julie is the last effort to maintain a cement garden. A home requires a father and mother. , children, father and mother are dead, big children have to take responsibility and become parents of small children, even this is swallowed up by the big society outside the island, I have a bad habit of always thinking about stories There is no ending, what will happen to Jack and Julie, Tom and Su? Will they be taken away by welfare agencies, adopted by five good families, forget the past, and live happily? I watched the first paragraph today. Half of the time left in "Butterfly on a Wheel", many superficially good families in the real world are actually full of suspicion, cheating, and intrigue. I have always believed that the cement garden exists, even if it is leveled by intruders, it will always stand between Jack and Jack. In my heart, I still have you, Paul. The
above, May 13, 2014, when I look back today, Grandpa Paul has long since passed away, and I seem to be still mixed up without repentance.
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