The most incredible thing is why everyone loves his story but everyone he loves is saying no to him
Every one of his women would quote what he wrote in the story, for them it was their life, they were secretive, shameful, sensitive and beautiful, he was a brilliant writer, excellent, they read what he wrote Not just because it was their life, they loved the stories and they loved him.
The difference is that as a writer he can look at his own life in the story and use his imagination to make money, like alchemy. However, for them this is a life they are ashamed to show.
He's a brilliant writer, but that doesn't mean he's an artist of life, every minute of the movie howls that I'm not good at life, I'm not like that brimstone jerk who can handel my life and Art, writing is writing, life is life, and I was terrified and anxious because I lived in the middle of two worlds.
Even a human being can't handle such a life. Sometimes he is running around in real life, sometimes a fragment of his past life steals the camera, and after a while, the protagonist in his book simply takes the lead. Of course, he's a writer, and it's his job to ferment the fragments of his past life, to extract the essence of art from them, and put them on a typewriter or pen and paper. The world of artistic creation is different from the view of time and space in the real world that he struggles with. What art creation expects is a static view of time and space. He only needs to watch those movie-film-like fragments of life to ferment the fragrance of art, and he can continue to And it goes on and on, as if Daisy were always sexy and alluring, as if Fay had always been the girl who looked at him with the hope of love in her eyes, as if tradition was just a black veil on Joan that she could take off at any time. Showing its original appearance, the carcass with a warm and passionate body that can contain everything. It's so different from reality, people in reality will be ashamed to indulge in the past, they are always moving forward, lovely Fay will fall in love with someone else and even get married too fast, Daisy's life will be broken Balance, Joan would argue with him over tradition, they were both moving forward, and it was only natural that people would grow older and leave the place they were over time. Only he squatted in place with his bald head and was anxious. He tried in vain to balance artistic creation and the real world, but it was difficult to make a choice between telling and living. In the end, he maintained this fragmented lifestyle until now. He hasn't changed at all compared to when he was a teenager. He is still childish, and he still wants to fuck every woman he has never done before, until one day he goes to hell and compromises with death.
The funniest thing is that in the end, the characters in his story flock to him to hold a Medal of Honor ceremony for him that didn't go well in reality, and that's when he realizes that from now on I just have to live for me and for them. , I live between me and them. He embraced the Sulphur Man's way of life, he put art into his life, and the scales got a new balance.
Another interesting place is the man who is out of focus. It is very interesting to express it in English, he lost the focus. He lost the focus, but everyone in this story space is looking at him because of it. Oh my god, a blurry out of focus Man, it's so weird. People look at him as a spectacle and look at him with extraordinary eyes, he can see his own ambiguity, but he desperately hints at himself with normal self-identity, at this time he can't see anyone other than himself, normal self-identity is in him Lost order in the isolated self-repetition, in fact, he no longer believes that he belongs to the normal world like the clear people around him, and self-suggestion has become self-doubt, in such self-doubt, he cannot bring himself back to the clear. The world, because he neither wants others to see him nor himself, he can't accept his abnormal self, nor can he live a normal life like this.
In the film, he is on the verge of collapse before the actual ritual begins, and he becomes as blurred as the person in his story. In fact, he can see anyone but himself, but at this moment he only sees himself, and he is sure that he is out. When he had a problem, he had to grasp the problem, and he walked into the labyrinth of himself. At this time, the prostitute comforted him to stay by his side. In fact, what he needed was not someone who understood him, but someone who was not out of focus, that is, anyone but himself could be by his side, so that he could see clearly what he was looking for. What is the world in. In a long-term confrontation with two separate worlds, he has torn his own life to smithereens. He's torturing himself, believing that he has a problem, and seems to be in it, thinking that he's going to get through the asceticism (looking at himself and grasping the problem) and it's going to be a bright spot.
This is again the absurdity of him, he firmly diss Jewish, but upholds such a methodology and believes in it.
Out of focus, I thought at first that it might be an irony. An out-of-focus person is a figure that the director and post-production play with in their palms. Without personality, all their self-identification comes only from pre-set characters. set up. Their struggle is to resist the camera and the audience, and hope that this can achieve rebellion against the director and the script, but the result is that once such resistance is realized, they will lose all their value when they lose the identity of the figure, and thus lose their own identity. Meaning of existence, loss of self. It was a Kafkaesque, juvenile revolt, painfully beautiful but futile.
In the film, he spent his life seeking happiness, he said that he may not be suitable for life, and it is true, living with others means sharing each other's view of time and space with others, which will only lead to chaos in his own life in the end, he said that he encountered block, not because he was exhausted, but because he began to doubt himself and his way of life. For a time, he lost the ability to focus on his life with the lens, and his lens lost the normal expression ability because of the chaos of time and space.
All the people he had lived with had left him, they were marching towards their own lives at their own pace, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been stagnant, as if being overtaken and abandoned by people who were running too fast in situ. When he creates, he throws away the real life and does not consider all the consequences in the real life; when he lives, he denies the world of his creation. So he became a man with nothing, but he also longed for life, loved life, and longed for happiness and joy, so he denied the past just like denying tradition, ending the stagnant life and starting again. However, perhaps as one of the reviewers he created in the final conferring ceremony said, the joy he seeks has been in his pain and confusion, he is not stagnant, but living in a long fermentation Out of his true appearance.
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