sally interprets this way
I know that this movie is not only about women, but it is undeniable that the power of women is once again revealed in sally's film.
The lack of a father's image has become the source of strength in a girl's life, father, You have someone, I have someone, a man who stands silently in our shadows, no matter when, no matter where, always hold firm hands to hold up his broken sky
Sometimes we stand quietly in front of the mirror and see When looking at the outline of my face or a clear body, I can't help but sigh that there is a man stored in it, no matter how slender and thin we are, no matter how smooth and white our skin is, that man's fierce and sturdy look is repeated again and again. Our bodies explode and float, the male image that can never be severed in a woman’s body—father.
Father, you are my motherland and soil, my birth and decline are the spread of your endless sorrow, love, hate, how can such a simple word be enough to express the emotions that haunt me every minute. Baby Anne said her father ended up being a hollow hole in her body that could never be filled. I can't imagine my life without my father, and I can't imagine it. To this day, every time I look at the light blue blood vessels on my wrist, I feel helplessly sad, what is flowing here? I asked myself. It's you, and you.
Camille said to Rodin, "This is not your Adam." A woman is a man's rib, but what about a daughter? Is that the butterfly bone that hovers at the top of the spine? There is a widespread saying that a woman is the lover of her father in a previous life. To be honest, this sentence made me sick at first. Maybe because of my personal experience, I really don’t want to have anything to do with ethics. What I most want to be is an “Orlando” like Woolf envisioned. style neutral. But my weakness makes me sick, I don't deserve to be a woman and I can't be a man. Sometimes being mistaken for a boy will secretly be happy, and over time, I will be saddened. What am I doing? I am not the first sexual impulse in "Boys Don't Cry", which is for women, a lesbian in the true sense. , I'm just a third rate sex follower, pathetic.
Orlando, the male Orlando, said to the camera with a sad face: "the tragedy of women."
"you are mine!"
"why?"
"'cause i adore you."
"so i am yours?" The
woman's The tragedy is that she was never herself. Not his own, not his own.
Back to my father, I have never seen him cry, I know he must have cried too, maybe a long time ago, but I have seen many boys cry in front of me, telling their helplessness, I don’t know Are they their fathers when they were young? I only know that they are very sad. Tears are never false, they are as real and natural as the warm sunshine.
rootless misery.
It is the motherland that is visualized, but gender for women. We are like branches floating in the sea, ups and downs, constantly adjusting our posture because we are not sure. Not knowing what will strike us in the next second, our thin wrists can't even open a slightly heavy door. "How beautiful" such a weak image in the eyes of men will show infinite love and affection, only we ourselves will bow our heads and whimper quietly in a room with no one and silence, women, women. Fragile and sensitive.
Dear Dad, if one day you shed tears for reasons that maybe I can't fathom, please wipe them away before I see them, because, your daughter, I can't bear your sorrow, and I too Can't sing opera.
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