More weird than fiction

The beginning of the film is early morning, a middle-aged man's room. It can be seen that he lives a regular life and lacks anything to tell: every day, he is woken up by an alarm clock at a fixed time, meditating 1, 2, 3, 4 in his heart, brushing 32 teeth up and down 72 times; he wears a more concise tie Fancy, just because that would save 42 seconds of time, which happened to be used to catch the 7:18 instead of 21 minutes of the bus; and before that, he would accurately count the number of steps from his home to the station, every minute. not bad. No wonder. He is a statistician of the Internal Revenue Service. Faced with uniform reports and figures all day long, it operates accurately day after day like a machine. Nothing new can be said about it. His room lacks even the same vivid items, even if it looks redundant. A smelly sock dropped on the ground, no; a slightly colored ornament, no; a woman, a dog, no, no.

Someone finally couldn't help it.

A silent female narration started to ring intermittently. And the people who heard the narration were not only you and me, but also this man. For the viewer, this narration just explains the mental activity of the man and promotes the story in a timely manner. The same as the narration function of all videos. For the male protagonist, this is like schizophrenia and a nightmare. The sound was heard in the next second of every subtle event. She was supplementing all the signs of his life, and she even accurately predicted his next moment. It seems that this is her novel, he is just the male protagonist whose fate is dominated by others. This thought drives him crazy. And what really brought fear was when he heard her mention his imminent death.

In a limited life, exploring the meaning of existence seems impatient. The so-called eternal truth. He bought the water blue fender and started to learn to play the ballads his mother told him when he was a child. He no longer counts the stairs he climbs at each level, and no longer does specific things at specific times. Of course, there should be a love here. After all, love can save a sleeping soul. The woman who seemed to understand the meaning of life more reborn her indifferent life. The director, did not stop here. He was waiting for the woman writer who gave out intermittent narrations to give this man the end of his death. This just rounded off the beginning of the story, her chattering questions, and even a simulation of the death scene. It seems that only death and tragedy can a literary work (and film) be a classic eternal. As the double protagonist of the film and the novel, he bravely blocked the bus rushing towards the children, successfully completing the transformation from hating statisticians to public heroes. The female writer finally found out in her conscience that she gave him a physical forgiveness and gave the audience a more logical exit, calmly walked away from the fiction and returned to reality.

The screenwriter of the film is called Zach Helm. I guess he must have a deep literary tendency, and he may well surpass his love for film language itself. He gave female writers absolute control over life, and constructed two stories in the same time and space, which are linked together. She died for him, forgive him for life, in the film, but also in the novel. At the end, she still carried the unbiased and out-of-the-way tone in his paintings, and announced to everyone present: the change of life trajectory is very subtle, a kind smile, a gentle touch, a joyful hug, a The words of comfort will make everything look different. I guess what he wants to express more is that you and me in front of you should also be touched by this fictional fiction and become unusual. Is not it?

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