American happiness is declining. Wars, inflation, and the recession are taking their breath away. People are running away from indulgence. Americans desperately need someone to vent their anger on their behalf. (This is a premise, and later is the extravagance of the story) Life is a series of lies. Man is a noble species, because man can control his own destiny, so what else does God need? In this slaughterhouse world, I would find it really funny if someone told me about noble species. Howard Bill spoke the heart of every American, in a world full of lies, Bill expressed the anger of every American. Bill was an American prophet, attacking contemporary hypocrisy. Be an angry prophet who condemns the hypocrisy of today. The news does not broadcast a vulgar program, and the fiscal deficit is very high. The Federal Telecommunications Commission will not let it broadcast, and may only explain a few words. Sub-stations will not broadcast, and if they are popular, they will flatter you. Public reaction, how do you know if you don't try. The New York Times, The New York Times is not our advertiser. We are not a serious broadcaster, we need to make a profit. I am ashamed to be in the company of mercenary villains. You are very noble, sit down, I am waiting for your resignation at any time. (One question and one retort) We are the Ministry of Information, not a circus. Howard Bill isn't a clown either, if you let us do this news, I'll resign with Max Schumacher, I think I've spoken to Bill and everyone. (What a colleague in the news department said about the outgoing pair, but Bill wanted to be the angry prophet who condemned the hypocrisy of the day) Next comes the flirtation and show remakes. You know, there are people on Wall Street who tell people fortunes? In order to appear convincing, some still use tarot cards, which are quite profitable. I met one last week, and I wanted to find her to make a show (to be related to their work, and to use the topic of work to get closer), her name was The Witch of Wall Street or something, if she was eloquent, she would be very marketable. Ah I called her this morning and asked if she could count the future. Sometimes it's accurate, she said. For example, I can vaguely see that you are sitting in an office with a wrinkled middle-aged man with whom you have a relationship, or will have a relationship in the future. (Really tempting here) So here I am. Is this what she did with tarot cards? No, it's telepathy. She has supernatural abilities and can tell the future. I think you can use her, Max. (I started talking about the revision) How to use it? That way, your show is going to be revised, and this person can predict the next day's news. Coincidentally, her name was Sybil, which was the prophet Sybil. For example, you could give her two minutes at the end of every Friday show Induction, creating a mysterious feeling, she said some prophecies, and the audience will lock your show next week to see how much she guesses. (The way to increase the ratings) She can do the weather forecast. You need my help to keep your evening news going, Max. Bill wasn't fit for such an angry show. He's always full of fuss, too cranky. We want prophets, not violent old men. He should give people a revelation of their destiny. I think you should get a few people to write him some sensational stories. I know you don't like my advice, but you can give me a chance and I can make this show the highest-rated show ever. What does it mean to give you a chance? I curate it for you, revamp it, I don't get into the news, but TV is a performing art, Max. Even the news has to act. Oh my gosh you are serious. I'll bring it up at tomorrow's meeting. I don't want to compete with anyone for the show, so I want to do this show seriously with you. I thought you wanted to have sex with a wrinkled middle-aged man? (One sentence goes back to the original point and implies that it is also 6) Oh, these two things are not in conflict. (6 here too) Well Diana. At the meeting tomorrow you present your ideas, otherwise I will present mine. Howard is kidding himself, and all the people in the industry that Howard and I know are kidding themselves. It's just a fluke, it's useless. So Howard will be back in normal mode tomorrow. So the farce ends here. Ok. All right Diana, you wandered around until 7:30 and went straight to me, I don't understand, what the hell are you trying to do? Max, I'm visiting tonight because of your reputation in the industry, and I've admired you since I studied speech at the University of Missouri, and one day (and that day is tomorrow) I'll be taking over the evening news, And maybe you, I think it's time to get started tonight. Me, I seem to go to the University of Missouri to give a lecture. (The man really started to spare no effort for the lower body haha) I just sat under the stage. For the months after that, my mind was full of you. Let's now go back to that gypsy's prophecy of an emotional entanglement with a middle-aged man. (Se also) Let's have dinner together tonight. What to eat? whatever. I feel like I'm on a pirate ship. That's right. I did nothing on my first date. Don't talk too early. Diana's own account: I've been married for four years and I've been pretending to be happy. Seeing a psychiatrist for six years, pretending to be normal. My husband ran off with his boyfriend and I got in with my psychiatrist. He said I was the worst partner, and I can't count how many men have said I'm the worst partner. I'm always in a hurry, get a quick fix, and then can't wait to get dressed and leave Room. I am nothing but work. I'm good at work, so work is all I have. My goal in life is 30% viewership share and 20% viewership. Max, a middle-aged man who wants to try the charm of a middle-aged man and a young woman with an Electra complex, what kind of script do you think we will interpret? (Life is like a play?) That voice told me that you have to tell the truth to others. (How do you feel Bill here is insane or instigated) It's not easy because people don't want to hear it. How do I know the truth. The voice said again, I'll tell you that later. I am not asking you to speak the absolute ultimate truth of eternity, but the truth of the people of the present moment. I don't expect you humans to accept the truth, but at least protect yourself. I asked why I was chosen, and the voice said, because you are a public figure. You weren't told to preach the end of the world in a blouse, just on TV. I thought about it, and I said, okay. (Bill prepares the prophet's speech) Bill's self-statement (feeling like a magician, lost his wife in middle age, had no children and almost lost his job in middle age): I am not delirious, but my soul has been purified. I got it, Max, I was imbued with a magical soul, not a religious idea, but a sudden burst of energy. I can feel my eyes are very clear and shining. It was as if I was suddenly pushed into a huge electromagnetic field, and I felt that I was connected with all life. Flowers, birds, all living things, even invisible ones, I think this is what Indians call chi. I'm not sick, I've never been so awake, it's a rebirth, a wonderful feeling. This is the continuous noble reincarnation of time and space, saving such a beautiful infinity and eternity. I feel that I am infinitely close to the ultimate truth. You can't stop my show, never. (then passed out, then faked or actually passed out on every Bill show after that) Max told his old friend Bill that he needed healing and you (Diana Harcourt the new profiteers) these The executioner, but he just wants to catch fire. Bill's show: Unemployed everywhere, bankrupt, people reluctant to go out, so the world is getting smaller and it's like saying don't bother me. And I'm going to say, I'm going to disturb you, to wake you up. I don't want you to protest, to riot, to write to MPs because I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do with depression, inflation, street crime. All I know is to wake up first, to come out and say, I'm crazy, I can't take it anymore, so that we can find a way to deal with this crisis. (?????) The chairman of our united radio station is dead, a white-haired rich man is dead and the price of rice What does it matter? Why are we sad? Because you still have 62 million Americans in front of the TV watching my show, because less than 3 percent read books, because less than 15 percent read newspapers, because the only way you know the truth is this TV machine. The current generation knows nothing about this TV, other than that. Television is the gospel, the ultimate revelation. This TV can be a president, a prime minister, a pope, and they can abdicate. The television has the most powerful power in this ungodly world, and if it falls into the wrong hands, we will be devastated. So we grieve the death of the chairman. (This is a forced death grief..) Because now the company is in the hands of American Communications (acquired another company of his company). The 12th largest corporation in the world holds the most powerful force in this godless world and who knows what kind of truth he will sell, so listen to me, listen to me, TV is not the truth. TV is a casino, TV is a circus, a carnival. A group of jugglers, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, jugglers, animal trainers, and footballers, we are a time-killing industry. (It seems to be true and false to be blown up) So if you want to know the truth, ask God, ask the missionary, ask yourself, that is the place to seek the truth, you don't get anything from us The truth, because we say what you want to hear. We're full of lies and we'll tell you that the killer will always be caught, no one in the Archie Bunker family is sick, no matter what predicament the hero gets into, don't worry, look at the watch, he will always succeed at the last minute. We will tell you what you want to hear. It's all fiction, friends, none of it is true. But you, people of all ages, colors, beliefs, sit there, day after day, night after night, and we (the stuff on TV) are everything to you. You start to believe in the illusions we make, you start to believe that TV is real, and your life is unreal, you do what it says on TV, wear what you wear on TV, eat on TV, eat on TV Raising kids, and even thinking like a TV, is stupid. Friends, I swear, you are the real, we are the phantom, so turn off the TV, turn it off now. (Dizzy again, this paragraph is correct) Attended three funerals in two weeks. Went to the hospital, met a few friends, attended a few baptisms. Some friends died, some became grandfathers. I've thought about calling you countless times. But you don't. do you know? I ran into that prophet Sybil in the elevator last week, and four months ago you predicted that I would have sex with a wrinkled middle-aged man. having sex, but we've only had a great night together so far, and I don't think it's called sex. She said don't worry about it, it was a great night, wasn't it, Max? That's right. Will we have a relationship? Max will, I can't wait, how about you? I picked up the phone countless times and wanted to call you, but I was afraid you would hate me for stealing your show. I don't know, maybe I hated it, all I know is, I can't forget you. (Really erotic) Max vs wife scene Max: At first I just thought it was novelty, and it didn't make sense for me to promise not to see her again. Do you love her? I can't explain this feeling, I'm just glad I still have passion. I was fascinated by her. Say it, don't tell me you can't be fascinated by her, that you're in love with her. I am in love with her. Get out, go wherever you like. Go to a hotel and spend time with her. Over the past 25 years, we have built and operated this family together. Although we are noisy, we have brought unnecessary pain to each other. But I really can't think that one day you will tell me that you are in love with someone else, (Isn't this what you want Max to say personally, the woman just wants to say something very emotional) This time is not a weekend romance with a female secretary, nor is it you The one-night stand after drinking, this time a romantic winter love, is the last passion before entering old age. But what about me? Are you fair to me? You give her winter love, what do you give me, what do you want me to do. Should I knit a sweater at home and wait for you to slip back like a penitent alcoholic? I am your hair-bearing wife, even if you don't love me, you have to give me at least some respect and loyalty. I am sad, do you understand. You say something. I have nothing to say. (and hugs his wife) I won't let you off so easily, Max. (speaking harshly) You'd better move out now. Does she love you, Max? I don't know if she has real emotions, She grew up watching TV (here I complained about the role of TV, and the scene with my wife here is also about why men are not firm when they are stealing and confronting the court), and she is learning life from Bugs Bunny, Everything she knew came from television. She's crafted a lot of the script for each of us, just like this week's movie. Gosh Louise, we're in the second act, the dismissive wife kicks the erring husband out, but don't worry, I'll be back at the end of the show. (How uncomfortable the wife is here..) In her story outline, I will finally leave her and come back to you, because the movie does not fit the theme of family reunion, and the audience will not buy it. She did have a script, I Killed Myself, based on Anna Karenina. However, she is the Count of Borance, and I am Anna. You'll be ruined by her, Max. I know. (But men just like dangerous women and think they can be conquered by charm) The company boss brainwashed Bill with the cosmic company theory: You are just an old man who looks at problems from the perspective of the country and the nation. But in fact there is no country, no nation, no third world, no Western countries, the world is a complete whole, a vast and boundless world where multiple variables are intertwined and interact with each other and are governed by all kinds of money. The international monetary system of life, which maintains the normal operation of all life on this planet, is the current law of nature. You stand in front of a 21-inch screen, roaring about America and democracy. In fact, there is no America at all, there is no democracy, only international companies, and they are the country of today. Without ideology, the world is a society of corporations, a ruthless society governed by the eternal laws of business. The world is a business field. Our children will live in a perfect world without war and hunger, without oppression and tyranny, since the day of the human race, where (here starts the cake) there is one, gigantic, common company for everyone, and everyone gets the same Rewards, equal shares for everyone, free supplies of necessities, relief of all anxiety, relief of all boredom, I choose you to deliver the gospel, Mr. Bill. (begins to create illusions that are both true and false in mythological scenes) Why choose me? Because you are a public figure. I saw the face of God. You are right, Mr. Bill. (The Cosmic Company Theory has started the Bill Show. The boss said that he is conveying important information to the people and cannot be removed, so he has to keep doing it even if the ratings are 50th. The subordinates say that TV is an impermanent industry, and its success and failure change rapidly. The boss said that he does not like impermanence. The industry, said in a ferocious and gentle tone. The impermanence of the industry can only indicate that the management is not good. But the subordinates have to take care of it, otherwise the boss will say that the management is not good and replace people, so we can only kill Bill) The people speak up and win the victory, this is the light of democracy. But that's the end of my mind. Such a thing will never happen again, because in the depths of our terrified souls we know that democracy is just a dying giant (here begins to expose the bad roots of man), terminally ill, dying, rotten political outlook, struggling in the pain of dying , I'm not saying that the US is no longer a world power, the US is the richest and most advanced country, light years behind other countries. I mean this great nation is no longer committed to the liberty and well-being of every citizen, and it's coming to an end for every individual, every individual, every you. Because this is no longer a country of independent people, but a country of 200 million transistorized odor-proof, pure, tempered bodies, each person is no longer unique, but like a piston rod The same can be replaced, it's time to use the word "dehumanization". Is it a derogatory term? Regardless of its positive or negative connotations, it is true. The whole world is filled with humanoids that have the appearance of humans but are not humans. The whole world is not just us, simply because we are the most advanced country, we are the first to realize that the people of the world are becoming mass-produced, programmed, numbered inanimate species. (Here it means repeating the same work, everyone is repeating work and losing value, but no one wants to hear him say he is worthless.) Max and Diana's parting conversation I'm sick of you hysterical roar. Every time you come back from seeing your family, you have this sick look on your face. I'm so sick of you calling every time I come back. I'm sick of having nothing in your life. I'm also sick of pretending to write this shitty book "My Years on TV". In the past 20 years, every senior TV station who has been fired has written a book like "My Brilliant Years on TV", and no one wants to read your broken books on TV. Great Max, you can change careers as an actor. I've been an actor, living with you for 6 months, and I've become your script, but life is not a script, Diana. Real life plays out here. I went to see my wife today. She was depressed. My daughter came back from Seattle to be with her. I was very upset. (You don't have to be miserable, but you treat Diana like you did to Louise before.) I brought this pain to my wife and children, I blame myself, and I feel guilty, all of which you think will pay off Audience tears, we call it basic human morality. I'm homesick (it's so fucking doggy) and I'm starting to feel terrified. Because I suddenly found out that our script was coming to an end. death is possible at any time Will greet me, I feel endless loneliness. (There is no family happiness, the front is the self-report of a married wife, here is the repentance of an cheating man) In front of you is a person with a skeptical instinct, Diana. You have to face, I'm not the grumpy middle-aged man on TV, I'm the one you love, I'm part of your life, I'm by your side, flesh and blood, you can't change the channel. OK, so what do you want me to do? I want you to love me, love my fear instinct, love everything about me, you know? I do not know what to do? Max tried to speak but was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone. Diana said: "I think it's time for us to rethink our relationship. agree. I don't like the current script, it has developed into an old-fashioned plot. A middle-aged man abandons his wife and children for a ruthless woman and ends up with nothing. I don't like this plot. So you cancelled the show? Yes. The reason is simple, Max, you're a family man and you want family fun, that's fine. But I can't give you that, all you get from me is a couple of kisses, my cynicism, and awkward scenes like last night. I apologize for what I said to you last night, you are not the worst, I have not lied to you I have seen worse, at least you don't snore or grind your teeth. Why do women always think that the rudeest way to treat a man is to attack his bedtime? I'm sorry I attacked your bedtime. I'm past the age to care about that. You seem to be ready. Hey Diana I knew we were over a few weeks ago. Are you going back to your wife? Try it, she won't cheer. Don't worry about me, I have a way, I'm fine. I'm more worried about you, and you won't drink alcohol to relieve your worries, so I'm afraid that in a year or two, you will lose your mind or jump out of the office window on the 14th floor. Stop being selfish, Max, I don't need you. I don't need your pain, I don't need your middle age decay and death. I don't need you, Max, please get out. You need me, you need me badly, because I am your last connection to a real human being. I love you, that painful and rotten love that is the only thing you have outside of your senseless hysteria. Then don't leave me. It's too late, Diana. You have nothing left for me to miss. You're Bill's executioner, and if I stay with you, I'll be destroyed too, destroyed like Bill. (Bill's final host after his mid-life crisis before he was fired said I was going to kill himself. This sentence was like a torpedo detonated an otherwise silent press, and the silence after that was just waiting for an opportunity to explode, and he became nonsense. babble, talk It seems to have become the truth of the world, achieved success in life, and was incited by those who benefited from it. Because it is connected to the thief ship of Bill Show, it is impossible to get out of this prophetic character, and can only change from the voice of the bottom to the voice of the high-level according to the arrangement of the instigator. , the character fails and is eventually destroyed by peers) like all the people you and your TV have ever touched. You are like a humanoid machine, Diana. Ignore pain, don't understand happiness, everything in life seems cliché to you. War, crime, death are just like a few bottles of beer in your eyes, everyday trivia is just a comedy full of holes, and even the concept of time and space is just tidbits or slow motion in your understanding. You've gone mad, Diana, hopelessly. Anything you touch will die with you. But I don't, at least I can still feel pleasure (angry Diana doesn't love him?), pain, and love. It was a happy ending. The prodigal son of the husband, who was always in the dark, turned back to his wife who had built a love nest with him, and the ruthless woman kept the empty room desolately. The end credits play slowly, commercials play, and then there's a preview of next week's show. Kill (Howard) Bill. . . We had a terrific start to Wednesday night. Then, after Bill died on the live broadcast, a bunch of commercials were inserted, and the slogans had something to do with death. The company plans to discuss how to kill Bill and save the ratings, because the chairman must keep Bill. In the film, we see that the television medium becomes a tool for alienating human beings, and human beings become the slaves of the television medium. It is not only the group of TV media practitioners who are alienated into "one-dimensional people" (pursuing audience ratings and financial report analysis, regardless of whether the news produced is valuable or not), but also ordinary TV viewers (led by TV) .
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