It's not vain, it's emptiness

Miles 2022-03-26 08:01:01

This is an anti-modern movie. The black protagonist advocates oriental Tai Chi, does not like to use mobile phones, uses guitar strings as weapons, and lives in a dilapidated old house forever. The matchbox is the medium for him to communicate with his companions. In the end, the protagonist kills the icy and formidable big man who claims to control the world, seemingly proclaiming that resistance still exists and that modernization is questioned.
Music, film, science, and hallucinations appear in segments, described as a more essential connection to the world. The protagonist is charging for a long time in anticipation of the final blow.
It is a process akin to giving up the possibility of understanding the real world and seeking the imaginary to rule the world. All dialogue is the center of the film, and there are many times the paintings wrapped in cloth, life is dust, and the world is unknowable. Only imagination can save itself.
In the end, it is a foolish idea to think that you can control the world, but it is equally simple and crude to think that you can take back that control, even with nihilism as a weapon.
From total control to uncontrollable, modernization is just a casualty, once again proving our ignorance.
Modernization conquered by nihilism is postmodern.

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  • Gudrun 2022-03-27 09:01:23

    Keep silent, raise your nostrils, refuse guns and mobile phones, insist on Tai Chi, insist on two cups of coffee, one cup and one cup, and one cup to eliminate communication. Such practice will definitely break the limit and enjoy the nihilistic frivolity of life!

  • Armando 2022-03-27 09:01:23

    obscenity. If Jiamusu continues like this, he will become a cult and mislead a group of literary and artistic fools.

The Limits of Control quotes

  • American: Is this your twisted idea of revenge for something?

    Lone Man: No. Revenge is useless.

  • Mexican: The old men in my village used to say, "Everything changes by the colour of the glass you see it through." Nothing is true. Everything is imagined. Do you know these reflections? For me sometimes the reflection is far more present than the thing being reflected.