Can you say Jane ruined Ender? I can't draw conclusions because that was Ender's life and everything was his choice. I always thought that if it was my choice, I should not regret it. But it is not so. Moreover, choices in life are not always a reflection of true will. In the latest series of NIKE advertisements, there is a copy: They always think that I am different from others. The animals I raise are different from others, and the sports they play are also different from others. In fact, I have been pursuing two words: happiness! Every time I see it, I sneer. Pleasure is such a shaky feeling that it's often just a feeling of a particular event and doesn't last long. And later when you recall something that made you happy, you can't be happy again.
Khan~~ My biggest problem is that I can't follow the established line of thinking to the end. There are always some saboteurs who make trouble, and then make myself bound in a thousand threads. Originally I wanted to talk about responsibility (original I wanted to talk about love and career), maybe responsibility and happiness are not contradictory. Only the heartless will find true happiness in abandoning responsibility in search of happiness. I stopped, I don't know what to say anymore. The so-called problem leads to thinking, thinking leads to problems, and entanglement is meaningless.
Let me go back to my most original intention and talk about a few places in the film that moved me.
Still have to start with that weird smile. I forgive Ender for being desperate to propose, being young but unable to accept him attacking the general with the bow of the cello out of jealousy. (Explain in Russian character?) Always wondered if he regretted it? From the weird smile in the rain, to the terrifying calmness on his face when he was crushed by his classmates. "How worth it?" But he kept his head up until the tears at the station parting.
farewell at the station. He sang "The Marriage of Figaro" with his former classmates. Before I could sing, I was already crying. When I cried before, I cried for myself. But this time it was only for Ender. People who are in love often put friendship aside. But many times, the latter is more loyal than the former.
Ten years later, Jane hurried out of Ender's cabin in a wagon with unspoken secrets. Ender shuttled through the jungle like a hunter, looking at Zhen Yuan's figure, his face full of beards seemed moved. Where's the kid with the bagel around his neck and happily singing "I'm a barber"?
I used to think that 38-year-old OLEG MENSHIKOV was too old to play 20-year-old Ender, but now I suddenly find that he has clear eyes and a fearless expression like a child's stubbornness.
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