After watching the movie, I believe that my brain is absolutely incapable of sorting out the ins and outs of the story, and I don't want to thoroughly understand it. Because it was just a dream, which was full of all kinds of irrationality and conjecture, mixed with tampered memories and leaked bits and pieces of truth. Even if we are awake, how can we clearly distinguish between reality and dreams in our memories?
When the police came to investigate the situation of the videotape of Fred's house, Fred said, I don't use a camera, I remember things in my own way. The way I remember things, there is no need to be like it happened.
Perhaps this is what David Lynch is telling us through Fred that since then we are about to embark on a journey of memory mixed with reality and dreams.
So when we follow David Lynch into Fred's world to search for the truth, we can't see the sequence of things, nor can we see the cause and effect.
Everyone has their own memory choices. Memory is a very strange thing. Under the filter of time, we can't predict what will be left behind. The passage of time and the effect of memory will add a beautiful halo to the past reality for us to savor its delicacy in the days to come, while the painful or unwilling ugliness will be lost or buried In the deepest part of my memory, or being tampered with by will or desire, I can find excuses for my own faults and seek for the salvation of my heart.
When Fred killed his wife, he rejected this fact in his heart and tried to excuse himself. He could turn into a peter. He imagined that he would become a peter and escape from prison. He can convince himself that it was the devil who tempted him to let him kill, and that he was tempted by that glamorous woman and caught the trap designed by her to make a big mistake. He was innocent and helpless. He wanted to recall everything he had done, and while asking how he made such a big mistake, he deleted the past in his memory, as if holding a moonlight box and going back to the past, he wanted to change everything he did. , Deny the self who made a big mistake, so in reality, he who plays the saxophone as a profession can even become a hard-working and capable but hates saxophone mechanics. It’s just that, no matter how the will struggle between memory and reality, the dream is still like the facts, inevitably leading to the same ending: he killed the woman, she is the wife, and the woman he loves so much that he can’t help himself. Woman. And maybe everything is just because this man cannot control the despair and loss of the woman he loves, a loss of self-confidence and self-esteem. Inability to conquer a woman is the ultimate source of his nightmares.
If "Lost Highway" is a man’s nightmare, "Mulholland Road" can probably be said to be a woman’s nightmare. However, the root of a woman’s nightmare comes from the unattainable star dream, because it is unattainable, in the dream She will become a big star, and she will find a reason for not being seen by the director, blaming other people's tactics. Don't be rewarded to appease the imbalance in your heart. It's just any dream that finally wakes up, and what is in front of you is the reality that you don't want to face but is inescapable.
We often say: thinking about day and dreaming at night. Dreams are an outlet for us to liberate ourselves, a way of inner salvation, and a window to realize our dreams. In our dreams, we will get something that we can't get in reality, material or emotion, and we will vent our dissatisfaction in the dream and find a way to release our guilt. Therefore, I believe that no matter how unreasonable and unreasonable in the dream, in fact, it still comes from reality. It may be consistent with the facts, or it may be completely opposite to the facts. It is just a wish. So it is always difficult to distinguish. So, for this dream of Fred, why should we distinguish so clearly between reality and dream? There is truth and falsification in memory, and there are also truth and fantasy in dreams.
I have been impressed by a psychology test case I have ever seen. Roughly like this, the subject fell asleep at A, then lifted him to B when he was asleep, and awakened him so that he could see a scene completely different from A, and then let him fall asleep. , Moved back to A when he was asleep, and when he woke up at A, he believed that the scene he saw at B was just the scene in his dream. In other words, he cannot distinguish between dreams and reality. This is not an individual case. To a certain extent, or in some cases, people cannot distinguish between dreams and reality.
The reality will become a memory, the reality will also enter a dream, and the dream will also become a memory. When everything is gone, is the old scene in the memory a real existence or a dream? When I was a child, the scene of the small town has changed. Now, I think of the layout and stories of some small towns, and I always wonder if everything has existed for real or just a dream scene many years ago. Perhaps I can find out the appearance of the small town from the old photos to prove that existence, but for those past that has not been recorded by words and photos, how can we be sure that he once existed? The only fact is-it no longer exists. Since there is no proof that it ever existed or not, then just trust your own memory for the time being, whether it comes from reality or a dream, just make yourself happy.
But at the same time, no matter what the memory and dreams are, we must face the reality and the consequences of what we do. We must bear the consequences and responsibility for what we have done.
David Lynch must have a deep psychology, and can seamlessly interweave memory, reality and dreams so skillfully. As a masterpiece, the filming, music, and performance of the film are also extremely in place. An actor's eyes, a subtle movement of his hands, music, and lighting all seem to be the code to interpret the film. It's just that it is almost impossible to find the truth from the tangled dreams and the memories of reality. When we try our best to explain here, David Lynch must be snickering, ha ha.
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