The tears at the beginning were because of touching. It is somewhat similar to the "Looking for Sugar Man" that made everyone sigh that year. Originally, he or she was ordinary in the eyes of everyone. Later, some of his or her outstanding talents were revealed, and then everyone recalled him or her. She is extraordinary. Vivienne Meyer, living as a nanny, secretly is an amazing photographer. One day someone finds this amazing and exclaims amazing while swearing. It's like British Got Talent or American Idol The plot: the big dream of a small person, when I think of someone doing something they like in obscurity, and secretly having fun without being recognized, I feel that this world is really good.
And then shed tears of sadness. She did not deliberately hide what she did not want to be discovered. She once tried to communicate with so-called like-minded people, tried to print her own works, and imagined that she had completed a very good work. What about being a photographer? There must be some kind of error and mystery in her life." Think about it, how can you be reconciled, for example, I read the diary that Zhao Yiran once wrote: "I just wrote it casually, but when I think that the man or woman I love might see it, I write it and take it seriously." Kafka, for example, gave his works to his friends to be burned before he died, but if it was really like burning and not being seen by anyone, why not burn it yourself? The desire to be understood and watched by others is instinctive and cannot be eliminated. , but really, you may not have a viewer who understands you.
And then there were tears because of her dark side. The children who were once in the care of Vivienne Meyer will now be reminded of her dark side by adults, and one could almost think that Vivienne's behavior might even cast a shadow on their childhood. Looking at the pictures of children taken by Vivian, you will not doubt her love and understanding of children, but at the same time she will have a harsh and cruel side to the children she takes care of, "If there is no despair for life I just don't have the love for life", and maybe that's how she loves children.
However, this is just her way, and no one can be asked to understand or accept her. When her madness became unbearable for her employer, her employer began to try to get rid of her. At this time, there were exclamations such as "Heaven" on the movie barrage. Are they lamenting the cruelty of the employer? But I think maybe I understand that a girl named Remy was written in Qihui Aoyama's "Violet" when she was young. She was talented and won a heavyweight literary award, but she was addicted to the character labyrinth, her talent became a burden and obstacle in life, and the family that supported her finally abandoned her, so what's the good sigh? So love and believe in Van Gogh Hasn't Theo also complained about being depressed or suspicious?
It's just that I couldn't help but have a dark and funny thought: what if you crossed? So know the honor and greatness behind her? Will you still abandon her? One day, she will be proud of her success and say that I knew her talent long ago, but you don't have a chance, neither do we.
The saddest tears were because a critic said: "Her tragedy is that she did not realize her identity as an artist, but only completed her own work", yeah, why don't you want to give up the cover of nanny status and go above and beyond What about pursuing your own art? A long, long time ago, I found Zhang Qianqian's early "The Charming Mystery" in the library, in which she wrote: "She is obviously a woman of literature and art, but she chooses a secular life to be luminous." Zhang Qianqian did not do this. Chosen, so she can go mad as an artist and choose a pain that suits her. But who knows? I can't help but say Kafka, Kafka is also nominally sitting in the office, or Borges, the nominal librarian, is there no such division, they Wouldn't the creation be so amazing?
So I shed tears again, and I don't want to write anymore. Because about you, maybe I, we, really don't know anything, "you can't say it, everything is wrong", you are really just you, not me, the you we feel.
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