Boring difficult movie viewing experience. 108 minutes feels like four hours have passed. First of all, a large number of soundtracks are overwhelming and self-indulgent. Part of the imagery is beautiful, or just the beauty of the scenery, but I don't like the mournful tone of the whole piece, mostly "dense" (evening or early morning or cloudy or gloomy RV and interior) skylight, missing sunlight Or direct light can only make the audience realize the sense of unreality and falsehood caused by this subjective selective tone. This too subjective guidance will greatly reduce the authenticity and empathy of the film. In addition, there are too many "self-appreciation" scenes of cars on the road and characters walking in the wilderness. This unrestrained lyricism leads to the revolt of the audience, and they make the original film with a strong sense of reality far from reality. The failed soundtrack + single-pointed out rhythm is good but with the soundtrack and narration as mutually weakening editing + self-admiring tone, except for the touching sentence said by the "Christmas" old man at the end (also due to the intentional avoidance of the text in the whole film) appears to be didactic). Everything else is a mode of personal disgust and disgust, that kind of boring self-appreciation makes people feel nauseous, the actors become carved puppets, no vitality, no interest. The overflowing lyricism makes the film text superficial and fashionable, thinking of those so-called poetic films, which are boring and mediocre.
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