Deconstruction Lover (the translation of Haotu) I fell asleep once while watching this movie, and I can't blame it - I never guessed that the late 90s and early 00s were actually different on the screen, probably At some point would I mistake Friends for a '60s TV show? The jazz in the background is comfortable (it’s not yet into the 21st century, and the movie is full of vintage keyboard sounds from Apple’s GarageBand), and I just remember looking at WeChat twice and then having a ten-minute dream. The funny thing is when I woke up, Woody Allen in the movie was dreaming too. So we were all confused for a while, trying to figure out what was real. Dreaming, I often think that one day I suddenly woke up and found that my five-year-old high fever was beginning to subside. Everything was a long dream. Children are looking for this comforting feeling, this "fortunately nothing happened" feeling (to a certain extent the film as a whole describes the "everything happened" feeling). This film is half a dream, all kinds of interludes, to the effect that the protagonist (the writer, suddenly began to lose inspiration, so he was depressed) wrote all the people in his life into the novel, making his already chaotic life more fxxked up, all kinds of After arguing with people, the devil dragged him to hell (this section seems to be a bit yellow, the Tencent video was deleted, so the viewing experience jumped), he lost focus, and the whole person's appearance was blurred into a ball, and the last one excited When I woke up, I was distracted. Some things really happened, some were processed imaginations, but this old man who thanked him finally got a long-awaited good idea - still deconstruction.
Would you dedicate everything to art, love, fame, faith or pleasure? everything. That is to say, deconstruction has its reasons, just as Mary Sue has its reasons. People like to focus on one problem, and many times focus is deconstruction. There's no use in deconstructing yourself (it's another matter to replace it with AJ1), constructive meaning or something, no. Human society is developing and thinking is developing. Although looking at the history of philosophy, we will find that there are many nihilism, cynicism, existentialism, xxxtism, and xxxlism in history, but we seem to have passed through stages and have jumped into a place where there is no Miscellaneous thoughts, the state of the lucky star, even if you know someone is experiencing phenomenalism or mysticism, it seems to have nothing to do, I mean nothing to do with everything, just like the symptoms of fever itself are not contagious... but you have a fever. Woody Allen, I mean. (Read and read to find out what I mean: "self-deconstruction," or self-dissection, or whatever the word is, is inherently non-social and certainly non-material. Much of the entanglement is in the contradiction between the private and the non-private , but that is inevitable and happens all the time, sometimes it seems that the entanglement itself is the cause of the entanglement, and sometimes the entanglement is only necessary from a personal perspective, so the behavior of "deconstruction" is the same)
At the end of the story, he sits back at the typewriter and starts writing, which seems like a positive ending, but think about it, it's also a "return to normal" process. The plot didn't develop, it would be better to say that there is no plot at all. Allen, or to be more conservative, the protagonist is deconstructing himself, and the good and bad in his character are pulled out for a walk. The structure is very complete, but what did you say? It seems that it is just a person who has a high fever, recedes, and gets up and brushes his teeth. It should be a very personal movie. He's a bummer, but what's most admirable isn't his portrayal of his character's embarrassment, but his acknowledgment that "the way it destroys life is part of it." Only life is the lover that you must love without abandoning, so that the useless self-consolation of "deconstruction" will be comforted to a point.
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