After dinner when I was a child, my mother cleared the table. With a damp, dirty, discolored rag, wrapped in soapy foam, wipe the greasy dining table covered with glass. On the dining table, there were rice dregs that fell out of the bowl, and the minced ginger and peppercorns that I picked out to not eat were all wrapped up in the dirty rag and put into my mother's hands.
nausea. I think this is one of the most disgusting steps in the dishwashing process.
Oliver Kitteridge is one such film. You are bound to face a lot of indignity in life, not disgusting, just indignity. Because of childhood trauma, because of an affair, because of a fucking argument for no apparent reason, or because of old age. You carefully bought the greeting card, which was thrown into the trash basket by your wife, and then picked up by her and placed on the window frame when you protested. You know your husband is having an affair with a young girl who is fucking decades younger than him, and you know it because he's trying to be completely honest with you, but he still rushes out of the room after a call from her drive to find her.
Like a year after your husband had a stroke, went to your son, first stepped on shit, and then was forced to walk barefoot on the floor of your son's house because he didn't want to wear those dirty shoes, and no one thought to get you a pair shoe. You've worn out your stockings, well stockings, they can hide in your shoes. But life is a tough security check before you get on a plane, stripping your shoes off to reveal those rotten stockings. You have nowhere to hide.
This is what our real life looks like, and that's it, you have to accept it, if you're willing to live, whether you accept it by giggling or cursing. If you don't want to accept it, it doesn't really matter if you choose to die. Death is finally an option.
The protagonist of the series is Oliver. Generally speaking, the main point of view will probably give the audience some preconceived feelings. Similar to watching a documentary featuring a lion, you worry about the starvation of the hunter rather than the death of the antelope. And I'm not even sure how Oliver's main point of view adds to my impression of her. Ollie was mean and cold-spoken, never apologized to her husband for decades, and was described by her son to his psychiatrist as a shadow of childhood. She has depression and is really not a kind and easy-going person. Having Ollie as the main point of view is like saying to the audience, "Come on, look, bastards, look at me, the old witch, I'm just such a vexatious, never know how to love guy. Nasty old witch. Come on. hate me."
But you can't help noticing what's less annoying about her. Her warmth is given to young people who want to commit suicide and to girls who fall into the sea. After everyone left the messy wedding scene, only she wanted to stay and clean up - even though on the same day, she terrified a little friend and deliberately ruined her daughter-in-law's clothes. Before she committed suicide, she thought not to leave the horrific corpse to the children, so as not to frighten them, or to leave the same childhood shadow as hers. A woman who suicidal also wants to be as low-carb as possible and not bother others. A woman who is so mean that she can only deny and hate people.
The lives that people and people face are always matched. People are not always lovely and gentle, and life is not always decent and pleasant. This is a truth that makes no sense because it is so cliché. But it's not easy to really accept this from the bottom of your heart.
People will always have to endure each other to survive, and rely on this to gain support and strength from each other. People will always need to endure their not-good, devilish side. Only by building up this courage can they endure life and enjoy the gentleness of unexpected encounters.
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