What I finished today is the biopic Judy. If you compare it with the previous favorite, the Rose Life, this film will score at most 5.5 points, which is still far from passing. The extra point is the heroine's tense performance. The artist's fragile body like a rush of grass burst out with a powerful voice that convinced the whole city of London. The back can be stooped, the hands can be trembling, the eyes can be cloudy, and the face can be crawled. Full of wrinkles, but talent won't lie, because it's gifted, a gift from God. Artists have their own indescribable talents, but artists are also human beings. The emotions and desires are the most ecstatic, and their talents make them visible. Humanity is like the brightest spotlight, chasing them everywhere, to the door of the house. In the eyes of the cat, to the mirror in the bathroom, to the bed in the bedroom, to every corner of their hearts. So broken, so painful, so afraid, so frightened, so untrustworthy, so desperate for love. In the film, Judy is very concerned about whether everyone who has a close relationship with her is out of the way. However, there is no such thing as empathy in this world.
Perhaps I was looking at myself, who had been on the edge of a cliff for many years, with worry. Every time I saw a tragedy, my subconscious self-protection mentality made me think about how to avoid falling into the abyss. The abyss of my heart is this The most terrifying bottomless pit in the world. maybe the solution is just let it go People should not have strong self-esteem, and they should be sparing at the right time. People are too good at remembering, and need to automatically and spontaneously forget the part that makes the heart suffer. People can't be too smart, and it's a healthy way of life to accept stupidly.
Having said so much, I just have to learn to be a salted fish and look down on everything.
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