After being thrown away by the so-called female artist who was beautiful enough, smart enough, and young enough (actually, in my opinion, it was weird enough, poor enough, and wrinkled enough), the protagonist lay on the sofa and wondered why he should live this problem. Let me talk about why he thinks about this issue in this situation. It was just a frustration in many love chases that made him think of such a question involving life and death. It can be seen how twitchy the male protagonist is. Of course, I can also imagine that this is the truest response, but it will not be any better. Because it also shows how fragile he is, how powerless, and how vulnerable he is. Then, the reasons he found to keep him alive are related to his own direct life is the faces of his son and a seventeen-year-old girl, and the rest are the artist’s experience world. Yes, of course I understand that art can often give me more effective comfort when I am in the most painful time. However, I also feel that this is also a very arrogant and pitiful state. Borges, there is a poem that seems to be "You are not them." In this poem, he continues to use his usual parallelism, cite the names and works of one artist after another, one of which seems to be Shakespeare The poems cannot save you, you are at the center of the labyrinth woven in your own footsteps.
The hero, before interacting with the so-called stunner above, especially at the beginning of the relationship, encourages the seventeen-year-old girl to leave him. However, after being dumped by the stunner, he shamelessly asked the girl to come back. The girl insisted on going to London to study for six months, and at the same time made a promise of love to the old man. However, he couldn't stand it for only six people and months, he was afraid that the girl would change. The girl said, "Not everyone is easy to change." This old man really doesn't deserve her. He should have remained sober, fulfilled the duties of an elder, guided the girl to develop her personality and perfect her life. However, when he was frustrated in love, he was fragile in heart, jealous and frustrated, and all he thought of was how to get rid of his bad mood as soon as possible. He also called love as a lame, but his love was a lame, and he used a girl as a crutch. They are all too easy to change, and they blame each other for being fickle. If they have nothing to do, do nothing, or mess up their lives, they think it is a sign of deteriorating IQ.
The criticism ends here. In general, what I hate is the characters in the film. But the picture is very good.
View more about Manhattan reviews