The film is not gorgeous, and ordinary people probably won't like it. To be honest, I didn't like it very much at first, but the suicidal tendency of the protagonist at the beginning supported my curiosity to drive along with his car. The protagonist, Mr. Buddy, is looking for someone who can help himself to bury his grave after a successful suicide. He drives a car with all his savings on the road slowly, waiting for someone to ride and then have the opportunity to express his wishes. . The story unfolds between Mr. Buddy and his people begging for help...
The story itself isn't much appealing, but the film makes a difference to life through a man who desires to end his own life and a man who has nothing to do with it. The strong contrast of understanding profoundly explains the philosophical proposition of "suicide". Life seems to be just one day, and no one can stop it when it comes to an end. We are just draining the energy of life, and no one can relieve or save our lost souls. Mr. Buddy met and communicated with several people the day before his suicide. It was so natural and plain. There was a desire in his heart - a desire for death, but he also added another desire - someone helped him after his death. Buried in their own graves. When we die, we all need the help of human nature so strongly, let alone life?
The treatment at the end is very good, and Mr. Buddy walks out of the grave he dug after the storm. A baptism of life and death, as if we were reborn...
Today, I will suddenly think of this film. It's all about my father's roaring roar and need to show off. For his damn face, he taught me crazy lessons again. This deeply stimulated me to want to go to the cave of death, so I thought about why I haven't committed suicide, living in a world of one person every day, no longer talking to anyone, no longer wanting to see anyone, no longer have anything to this world. desire. In fact, I am not as straightforward as Mr. Buddy, who is raised by my parents like a living beast, and does not allow them to have the slightest dissatisfaction. Why am I still alive, a person full of suicidal desires? God, why didn't I kill myself, can you tell me?
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