Paris is the hometown of people all over the world.
Before, I secretly made up my mind that I can go to other places on the map with others, only Paris, and I must go with "True Love". Later, when my faith in "true love" was shaken for a while, I secretly made up my mind to travel the world in this life, but not to Paris. Paris, what a romantic city, it has long ceased to be a noun but has become an adjective, it has long ceased to be a word but a command. People who are not immersed in love are not worthy to go to Paris.
I think Sam Mendes has a Paris complex like me, so he made a movie "Road to Revolution".
"Road to Revolution" is the best movie I have seen recently, and it is also the worst movie I have seen recently. The plot is like this: housewife Aipro and middle-class employee Frank led an ordinary family life in the suburbs of New York in the 1950s. The man wore a small round top hat to go to work every day, and the woman looked at two from the window every day. The children are frolicking. But, living in this American dream, they feel suffocated. The man hated the work of his mechanical staff, because he was just one of the countless small top hats floating on the street. The woman hates her role as the walking dead housewife, because her window is just one of countless suburban windows. In short, they fear that they are becoming—perhaps never just—"one of them."
So they thought of Paris.
It is mainly that Aipro thinks of Paris. Paris! She gushed to Frank, Paris! If we move to Paris, life will not be so suffocating! Resign now! I can find a clerk in Paris to support you! We redesign our lives! It’s too late to change all of this!
So they began to imagine their new life in Paris, and began to pack their luggage to inform relatives and friends. Then Frank suddenly learned that he would be promoted and raised, so he was shaken, and then Kate was angry, so angry that he secretly knocked out the child in his stomach and died of bleeding. Then no one, no one, went to Paris.
Paris, the revolutionary beacon of the middle class against itself, was extinguished in Frank's rebellion.
I have to say that in the process of watching the movie, I wanted to stand up from my seat and argue loudly with the hysterical Aipro. I want to say how can a person’s happiness depend on the city he lives in, it can only come from your heart; I want to say how working as a secretary in Paris has become a thoroughfare for human liberation; I want to explain that it’s an escape from oneself. How did it become a dream pursuit; I want to say you don’t torture poor Frank. He has already said that if he has any specialties, he might go all out to develop it, but the problem is that he doesn’t have it; I want to say it is. What in Paris can make you realize the value of life? Is it the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Champs Elysées, or the Arc de Triomphe?
Wait, wait, at this time I heard the director join my hypothetical debate earnestly: In this work, Paris is just a metaphor, it refers to a person's courage to pursue a dream.
So, what if a person has courage but no dream? What if "they" never became "them" because of lack of courage, but simply because of his lack of mission in his heart or lack of talent to realize such mission? That is to say—I know this sounds cruel—what if there is not something called a soul in every body?
The director tried to frame the story as a conflict between Eprol's courage and Frank's cowardice, but the more essential conflict in reality does not come from courage and cowardice, but from the courage to resist and the courage to endure. Rejecting utopia requires courage as much as pursuing it. I think Frank is more than just coveting ease, he is afraid that when he bravely give up everything to explore his heart, he will be horrified to find that there is nothing inside. It is not difficult to give up, the key is for what. The reason why the revolution in history has successfully attracted so many sons of landlords, daughters of squires, granddaughters of capitalists, and grandsons of old bureaucrats is not only because it inspires the courage to give up, but because it solves the important problem of for what. Subject. It mentioned liberation, equality, the transformation of production relations, material abundance, and the place where peach blossoms bloom. On the imagined map, it clearly marked Paris.
So, unlike Frank, the landlord's son, the squire's daughter, the capitalist's granddaughter, the granddaughter of the old bureaucrat, set off in a mighty manner. They walked, searched and searched, rummaged through the entire earth, but never found Paris.
Zheng Jun wrote a song called "Back to Lhasa". I still don't understand why it is "returning" to Lhasa-does Mr. Zheng have anything to do with Lhasa in the past? Of course, according to the logic of "Road to Revolution," it does not matter whether the past has anything to do with Lhasa. The one that has something to do with your dreams and the one you imagine yourself is your hometown.
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