I haven't watched this type of movie for a long time. It should be a literary movie, right? The last time I saw a purely literary film was probably the Lebanese film "Caramel" many years ago, and I was so impressed because it affected my English accent...
Over the years, Depp has become the image of a greasy uncle, whether it is because he doesn't pay attention to his appearance, or he has an indiscernible entanglement with his ex-wife Amber. But I happened to see the performance of his band Hollywood Vampires, and I felt that this was the old boy who had a sincere heart and had a dream. I don’t really believe in public opinion, and regardless of the truth or falsehood of what other people say, not to mention the speculations, deductions, and guidance of people with a heart. In fact, most of them are unreliable—I don’t think my vision is very good, but I still believe in my own judgment.
"Professor", this is really a mediocre movie title, there is no introduction to the movie beforehand, just for Uncle Depp.
In the doctor's unfriendly office, Uncle Depp was told that he had lung cancer. He only asked two questions: How much time do I have? How much time is left without treatment? Treatment is only a year and a half at most, and no treatment is only half a year. It's not as calm as someone who just learned that he has a terminal illness. Is it because people have more experience in middle age and underestimate the warmth and coldness of the world, is it easier to accept these things?
He returned to school in a daze, and the next few lines were all words beginning with F. A person who knows that he is terminally ill and has a short time, how should he accept this reality, and how should he face this reality? I haven't dared to imagine the problem. Uncle Depp angrily called Fu*k into the pond, startling a pond of swans. I thought he was trying to kill himself, but he got up out of the water in a mess, looking really teenaged.
Chapter 1 I have something to say
At the dinner table, the marriage relationship and family relationship are displayed unobstructed here. Uncle Depp was thinking about how to tell this matter. The first sentence that came out was asked by his wife to shut up. The daughter spoke first and said that she had something to say, and she came out of the closet. Uncle Depp's behavior is quite understandable - he held his head and said, God, I thought it was a bad thing - yes, compared to me dying, what is this, but my daughter is considered by her mother as her Just annoyed away from the table in grandstanding trying to get attention.
Next, the wife frankly cheated on her, and the target was Uncle Depp's boss. Uncle Depp thinks it's incredible. Do you think it is necessary to have an affair with taste? This man has no balls, so do you? But in the end, I don't care. After all, it's not the reaction that the wife wants, which makes the wife even more desperate for their marriage, right? ——Because there is no love, I don’t care at all. Of course, I think there is also an attitude that Uncle Depp is facing death and thinks that other things are not important.
The wife who was so angry that she picked up the red wine and left the table turned back and asked, what did you want to say? But Uncle Depp has no desire to say anything, just made an excuse to prevaricate it. Is the final destination of married life so desperate? They are probing each other, rebellious to the point of hurting themselves and trying to get the attention of the other party, but maybe they are just humiliating themselves. Who dares to say that their marriage can be happy forever? After all, in the fairy tale, the last sentence is just "from now on, the princess and the prince live happily together", and it doesn't say anything about their life after marriage. I think because of all the fairy tales, it can only stop at love, right? Marriage is a protracted purgatory.
Uncle Depp frowned at the students who were arguing with him about feminism in class, probably feeling that this was a waste of his precious time. He impatiently thought about the students. He felt that those students who stayed in the class in order to pass, or who didn't really like literature in order to dress casually, were wasting their time. It was better to just leave and get a passing grade of C. Isn't that the reality? In the crowded liberal arts classroom, it is destined that only some people can become scholars and experts, some people become government workers and officials, and some people become white-collar workers such as secretaries. This kind of literature class is meaningless to most people, and it is a waste of each other's time for professors who only have the second half of the year. As a result, there are less than ten left.
In the end, he just told his best friend that he had cancer and asked for it to be kept secret. The old friend grabbed his hand and tried to comfort him. But at this time, he already had a firm idea in his heart.
The professor and his wife sat on the coffee table and the sofa respectively, facing each other, drinking wine and being honest with each other. The professor said that he intends to live freely, and has been playing a quiet role in his tragic marriage. He thinks enough is enough, it is time to live a little more real, and then he can do whatever he wants. Sometimes I see in the gossip news that star couples play their own way, isn't it a good thing? Who said that love can last for a long time, what's the point of struggling for the image? It's better to play each of them more realistically, isn't it? In fact, no one should be condemned because of their truthfulness. The truthful behavior did not hurt others, but it is the injury that does not dare to admit it.
The wife smoked a cigarette and asked: When did our marriage become like this? If I could go back in time, I don't even know what to correct myself. I suddenly wondered, who was at fault? Whose fault is this marriage? There was no error in the beginning, and there was no error in the process, but it led to the wrong present. I suddenly had an epiphany, just like my past mistakes, it was just that I didn't choose to separate at the right time, right? The chasm of error has opened, hurting each other and torturing oneself.
After drinking, the wife lay in bed and said, Richard, thank you for helping me. The professor said, you're welcome, it has been my greatest honor to take care of you. He paused for a while, I couldn't see what he was thinking, and quickly resumed the movements in his hands.
Chapter 2 Fuck It And Fuck It Right Next, the professor's class was changed to a bar, a lawn, drinking alcohol, smoking marijuana, and slacking off, completely ignoring other people's opinions. He even pulled the waiter at the bar and made a temporary appointment in the bathroom in front of the students. He didn't have the image burden of being a teacher at all. He walked back to the table and was still sorting his pants. He asked the students to help him find marijuana, acquiesced that the male students would help him KJ, and danced ambiguous with the female students in the bar after drinking.
I think those of us who are used to being virtuous in our lives are naturally a little shocking to see this scene, and feel that it is really indecent to expose the ugly side of our hearts like this. But maybe he has more hateful and dark desires in his heart, doesn't he? I have seen such hideous and dark desires in people's hearts, which are well concealed, insisting that they are gentlemen, well-dressed, and their inner male prostitutes and female thieves have already colluded - such as the professor's wife and his boss. The two had an affair in a motel, and the principal was lying in bed discussing the purchase of a sculpture of the professor's wife with the school's funds.
At this time, the professor took the pet dog at home, drove the car, and said to the puppy, I feel that your mother is cheating. I think it's not that he doesn't care about his wife at all, and he doesn't care that he is cuckolded, but he just comes with a sense of powerlessness that comes with death, and he feels that marriage has bound each other's happiness, and it's better to let go.
Chapter 3 I'm really going to die
The professor's good friend found him in the bar and took him to a mutual aid meeting for cancer patients, but this was also a pointless waste for the professor. When it was his turn, he didn't want to say a word, so he might as well go Keep drinking.
Taking the old friend who had drunk too much into a taxi, the professor's beautiful student said that he would like to invite him to have a good night drink. Haha, in my opinion, this seems to be an ambiguous invitation to one night stand. During the ambiguous dance, the professor even told her the secret that he had cancer, but unfortunately the professor who drank too high or drank too high fainted.
The professor who entered the hospital, the emergency contact turned out to be the Latino gardener at home, which is really a detail worth pondering. It is not a wife, a daughter, or a good friend, but a gardener. Back home, the professor who staggered up the stairs still found a reason to prevaricate his illness to his wife. In the face of the conversation with the principal who cheated with his wife, he broke out, feeling that such a principal is not qualified to accuse him.
The couple reading in bed at night, the wife noticed the professor's abnormality, but the professor said that he had no problem. He tried to grab his wife's hand as before, but before the screen switched, the voice of a student teaching his understanding of literary works sounded:
The person one loves at first, is not the person one love at last.
Love is not an end, but a process (love is not an end. It's a process through.)
Which one person to know another.
I think this is a metaphor for understanding and paying homage to love and marriage, implying that this is not a problem that people should spend a lot of time thinking about entanglement at the end of their lives.
Next is the professor's message to the students, the summary of the course, and the reflection on his own life. The professor who was lying on the carpet and taught students in pain, asked the students to pull themselves up:
Listen, the world needs people like you, and for you, the world is dying. Accept that responsibility, take it up, go out, reflect your value, and give back to the world. It won't be easy, it will never be easy. Most of the time, you will fight alone, but you must be strong. I pray you, don't succumb to mediocrity, like the rest of the 98% of the world does, that is doing great harm to yourself and the world. You are too talented to be wasted like this, and you only have one chance, just one chance, don't let any moment go to waste. Grab it and make it yours. Cherish every moment, cherish every breath. I tell you, life is just a song of birds.
The professor who fell on the floor of the office asked his old friend to help him to the school church. I remember he was an atheist. When the first three were at the dining table, he asked, can atheists pray before meals? He was silent in the church, thinking about the soul:
When I look back, I can understand everything, as if it were all inevitable. Why our souls are broken is absurd, but perfect. If you look closely, it's also perfect, you know what I mean?
What does this contradictory sentence mean? I can't help but think. If there is a God in this world, and all this is arranged by God, then it will make sense. Divinity and human nature are different. Such inevitable and accidental, perfect and imperfect, from a perspective that transcends the shortcomings of human nature, isn't it perfect?
At the final dinner hosted by the principal, the tireless professor gave a small speech. He tapped the crystal wine glass, first satirized the principal's behavior, and then said that he was going to die:
I was dying, much sooner than I thought, and in the process of meeting it, I came to understand that for most of my life, I was misunderstood, and I failed, not just failed to understand Life is limited, but failed to cherish it. So I didn't make the most of my life.
We turn our backs on the most important obligation we have to live a life of rich experience that we can choose independently. Seize your presence. Why don't we make death our closest friend so that we can finally have a second, a millisecond, to cherish the little time we have left. The most important thing is to let us live well so that we can die well, because we have never been closer to death than this moment.
The background music also set off a small climax, and I burst into tears.
Chapter 4 The Time Has Come
The professor said goodbye to his wife and his daughter.
Take the puppy alone and leave in the rainy night. At the T-shaped intersection, he did not turn left or right, but drove straight ahead where there was no road.
I haven't calmed down and watched a literary film for many years, and I haven't seen such a wonderful performance as Uncle Depp for many years. This is a movie worth recommending.
What if I knew I was about to die? Trembling with fright or venting in anger? After calming down, you should organize your belongings and hand them over to the people I think are suitable for safekeeping. The jewelry is left to my most precious daughter, and the real estate certificate insurance policy is handed over to my husband, who must take good care of my parents. . What should you prepare for your parents? Always say goodbye to relatives one by one, right? I drove my car to visit my relatives and met friends who I haven't seen for a long time but who are important in my heart. Going to try things that you have wanted to do before but have never been able to do? Finally pulled the luggage to find a quiet place, watching the rain hit the bananas, the stream ding dong, quietly waiting for the last time to come?
But will I be seized by hatred? Would you rush into your ex-husband's office, slap him, and yell at you, a shameless cheating beast! Will it tear off the hypocritical skin of the ex-husband's cheating object? If I don't have time to enjoy it, too late to take another breath of air, and too late to make the hypocrisy of people who don't want to admit their mistakes pay the price. Wow, I have so many things I am willing to do, and among them, hatred accounts for a large part, what a failure.
No, I should cherish the present, not wasting time and wasting it occasionally, but most of the time you need to know what you want to do and how to do it, right? Make the most of yourself and do something meaningful.
We Chinese lack education about death, which seems to be an indescribable topic just like sex education. But it is something that everyone must experience in their life, which leads many of us to stumble and be at a loss when faced with death and sex.
By the way, I also recommend two books about death, "Meet Tuesday" and "When Breath Becomes Air", and a movie "Bucket List". Death is the end and the beginning. Let's learn to understand death by ourselves.
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