Wall, isolation, predicament? Or some kind of resistance? Or both.
The bricks of the first wall are those soldiers. Put on the uniform and put on the hat to have the same face. Those who disappeared all became the same badge of honor, and their significance was the accumulation of casualty statistics. The destruction of the dove of peace created the black eagle of war, and the land was torn and plundered like prey. There are blood and tears on the rice flag and under the country.
He was blocked by this wall because he was a child who had lost his father, and he once looked forward to his father's company, but finally sat on the swing and watched indifferently. Facts have been set, whether the wall can be torn down cannot be forced.
The bricks of the second wall are those students. Entering the classroom to receive instruction, like the unified standard of commodities in the assembly line, walking the same pace and making the same sound. Then fell into a meat grinder, and no one knew who they were.
He was blocked by this wall because he was a child who was reluctant to accept cramming education. He once thought of jumping off the assembly line to smash the barrier and knock down the wall. Finally, he woke up from a dream and the wall could not be pushed.
The bricks of the third wall are those erotic indulgences. Because of the loss of a husband, a mother develops an almost deformed love for her son - intense control and protection. Perhaps this made him hesitant and confused in the face of his wife's love and desires. His wife's inflated lust led to the betrayal of his marriage, and he turned around and fell into a huge erotic lust - bizarre, everyone is indulging, what is the difference between the naked bodies of those who love men and women?
He was blocked by this wall, because he felt that these irrepressible explosions of eroticism seemed to be boring. This kind of love that almost devours it is unbearable. He also thought about smashing this wall and driving out the endless black hole of lust, and in the end he was still hiding this bloody mouth, and the wall couldn't move.
Looking around, there are three walls.
"anyone there?"
No one responded.
He has two choices, say goodbye to the world, or become a brick and join the world. The wall will force you to join the world or be sentenced to exposure.
Those who shouted are all bricks of the fourth wall.
—their individual meanings disappear into the group and become bricks.
Is there a door? Maybe, but what if you can't find it?
The movie says then escape the walls and smash them all down. Smash it all with a hammer.
Can it be broken? Can it be demolished? Or do you wake up suddenly and realize that you have also become a member of the brick when you are knocking?
To become a brick is the loss and compromise of one's self-consciousness. If you don't become a brick, you will be surrounded by walls. The latter's pain comes from the depression of loneliness, I prefer to explain that it is a kind of compassion that comes from seeing the sinking and being unable to get through it.
Everyone is drunk, and those who are awake alone and those who are drunk together may not be happy.
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