Before I started writing, I kept thinking about a question: At what time of life do people really want to face their hearts? What was Bob thinking at the end of the film when he took the revolver and pulled the trigger at his temple? everything is over? Or delusional that their small sacrifices can be exchanged for some kind of tremor and change of people's goodwill. See how Bob's neighbors responded to reporters' questions after Bob's death: Bob! A taciturn person. This is really ironic! Seeing this, I am quite a bit of a self-deprecating self-mockery that Bob empathizes with. This film has attracted me from the very beginning. There is a taste that I can't tell. There are large black and white pictures, there seems to be no sad background music, and the big irritability makes the film very realistic. Experience Bob's loneliness and helplessness with the feeling of watching a documentary. We used to be taciturn people, and in the face of work and love, we always thought that with a 100% sincerity and respect, we would reap the small piece that we deserve. But sometimes the truth is often the opposite! The rich and powerful can trample your feelings and efforts at will with only one percent. I believe that Bob's tragic story is played out every day in every city and every field in the world, changing the protagonist's name every day. Those men who used to be silent, in their respective fields, work, and love, are all humble and small roles, and they don't know a single one. Every day, he punches his time card on time, sits in his small cubicle and works hard, eats cold sandwiches, secretly loves the sweet lady in the office who passes by, and goes home to chat with his goldfish tank. Maybe these office elements are still foreign to some of us, and we are always a little better than Bob. Maybe we look better than Bob, don't have a hair loss crisis on the top of our heads, don't have silly glasses, aren't big names in the company but not so overlooked that they can't even remember their names. And Bob is so miserable! So let's listen to the most painful loneliness in the heart of this old otaku.
"Life is easier in the early years. People know how to be a man. You can stand up to the wrong things, you have the right to do it, you have the obligation to do it. The way you live, what you suffer from Education prepares you to come forward. Even if you get beaten to the teeth, or even die. Then, something happened. We passed decent laws and lawyers became our caretakers. The things that got done are now drowned in the bureaucracy's pile of papers. This is what we call civilization. The man can no longer stand up to the bad things around him. He has to wade through the long bureaucratic paper through the law and lawyers. The women demand Equality is equality. Not because they have everything a man has, but because men are castrated under the cloak of order. I don't care what you say, it's not progress, it's not evolution, it's a disease. Someone needs to come forward, he is not afraid of sacrifice, he dares to stand up like a real man who dares to fight the injustice of the world."
"You may ask me why I do this, but what choice do you give me? What other way can I get your attention? All I want is to live in your world. Just someone who can take the time to really see my presence, can help me, find a way out of... "
At some point, the sick and weak sheep must be sacrificed to save the whole flock."
Ps: Bob is just a symbol here, and I'm not interested in delving into the creative motives behind a film , whether the movie has a real story as a basis. I think the audience who understands the director's mind should look at themselves and the people around them, or colleagues, or classmates, those who are usually taciturn and unremarkable vulnerable groups, those who are talked about as monsters behind their backs people. If you are willing to spend ten minutes, put down your air and talk to people calmly. I can guarantee that they are the most kind and lovely people in the world.
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