He lost a close relative when he was young, and his affection was cold and warm. Before he knew it, he had already put on a mean coat.
How harsh teachers endure the mediocrity of their children. I ran into a student I used to love, but found a covered shotgun in the back seat. I returned home to return to my childhood backyard and committed suicide with a gun.
Strong and mean mixed into a strong inner arrogance, disdain all hypocrisy, even if it is cold and warm. What I have to go through, I will endure alone. No one can understand and relieve the pain in my heart.
Kindness, sympathy, concern, not many words, just a moral request for oneself. But slandered in the back, restrained, trembling, but An Nai couldn't help the anger, revenge, revenge.
Integrity, indifference, wrong is wrong, children and close relatives are not tolerated. Everyone should be like me and choose to take responsibility.
Long-term lover, loved by everyone. Flower cards, sincerely express love, but have long been unable to enter the heart.
Lovers are free and uninhibited, with only cigarettes and poems in their mouths. Just when his mind has been made up and ready to break all the stability of life, he witnesses the car crash and the death with his own eyes.
Old age is approaching, lying on the bed of her ill husband, speaking of belated affirmations. Without a word, listening to his son's accusations that he sprayed the shadows of his childhood. After the tears, there is no time for repentance.
After the death of the lover, after living in panic, he sent away the old dog, wrote goodbye to the estranged son, and finally brought the shotgun to the end. However, regret and unwillingness, there is no way to leave with suffering.
What did all this do wrong?
I don't have Olive's venomous tongue, nor do I often write disdain as an expression on my face. But inside, I feel the same way. Disdain is the most expression in my heart.
I often reflect and consider changes in myself. Disgust of strangers is far more than liking. It is not easy to change the view of a person. Perhaps more often, disdain becomes an outlet for retreat, making one's cowardice feel at ease.
But like Olive's meanness, I can't remember when it all started.
Perhaps the most frustrating thing about this miniseries is that there are no answers. The decades of Olive's trivial life have made me see sadness, frustration and thinking within my sight, but I am still at a loss as to what to do. In the face of the long and unknown life, I tried to use rationality as a blueprint to build the beauty in my heart, but I knew that a moment of sensibility was enough to loosen everything, and it was the prejudice and change that were not easily detected.
ps This drama was watched by three elderly people, and it did not disappoint me. Frances McDormand, an ordinary housewife who became the head teacher of the primary school, is an apt image. Her mouth with Naomi Watts always seems to be born with candy. Richard Jenkins, who gave Frances McDormand the rigidity and seriousness of The Visitor, was pissed from the beginning to the end. Bill Murray, who has too few scenes, this overwhelmed and can't help laughing face, and Frances McDormand's face is colder than one. It's good-looking.
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