A European-style literary film with a unique accent, well-chosen words, and a peculiar perspective. Compared with "When the Monster Knocks on the Door", the author prefers the Hong Kong translation of "The Magic of the Tree". Come to think of it, a director who can make such a movie that adults don't watch and villains don't love, shouldn't really care about the hot topic of "When XX Comes Knocking"? The visual experience flowing like an ink painting in the story is narrated in the form of animation metaphor, and the mental journey of everyone waiting is vivid on the paper. The plot seems to be yet to be smooth, but the flaws are not concealed. It is like human nature, like a medieval poem, and like a psychological case. It has not been seen for a long time, subtle and delicate, fascinating and memorable. The story is about the life of a young boy who was forced to give up and be accepted. Full of screams, anger, hatred, begging, bitterness, grievances, self-blame, like every day, every night, every moment in the life of every ordinary person, like maggots on the tarsus, the aftertaste is sweet. At the same time, it is also a seemingly magical but realistic fable. When bad luck comes, the life process of self from self-deception, to breaking the bondage, to self-detachment, and finally to release and acceptance, repeats itself, and finally ends. After reading it, I can't help but wonder, when the stories are no longer deceiving us, when the stories are cruel and even more realistic, are the people who made the stories smarter or stupid? Are the people who read the story happy or unfortunate?
Everyone has something they don't want to see.
The author is afraid of seeing broken, rotten human bodies, and I will lose all my friends in one flick. I myself am very curious about what kind of self-needs are reflected behind my reaction, and I guess it is in the category of self-acceptance. how about you? I don’t know why, when I watched a movie, I realized that I had no fear or sadness. I noticed that I had no fear, and when I was sad, I was very afraid and sad. I thought it might be fatigue after experiencing too much stimulation, or maybe I just didn’t experience it. What an ordeal. However, I would prefer other possibilities than these two, because humans are always complex, complex enough to even create magical things like white lies. I have been asked whether I would choose "beautiful lies" or "ugly truths." This is an unnecessary choice, and the answer is not important at all. Since there is something that can be used to soothe people's hearts, how can people choose the near and far? What people have always wanted is not "you are" at all, but "I think", so the ego gradually turned "you are" into a part of "I think", and I don't know if it was forced by life, or Is it human nature? I have no doubt at all, who doesn't want to have a strong and gentle tree demon? Who doesn't love and hate the wicked and kind tree demon in their hearts?
Everyone deserves to see themselves through others.
The tree devil looks like the Groot family, the only gentle and delicate Groot in Marvel's bunch of mouth-watering heroes, just like Groot's gentleness is shown through Rocket Raccoon, and Rocket Raccoon's noise is reflected through Grut In particular, we humans have been bounced back and forth in front of each object since our birth. In the afternoon, the author was shocked to hear that Wu Mengda was gone. The uncle Da, who always stood opposite Zhou Xingchi, looked arrogant, useless, embarrassed, danced in embarrassment, vivid, thorough, and penetrating. I don't know if Uncle Da has seen himself in front of Master Xing, and I have no way of knowing what the relationship between the two means to Master Xing. However, the meaning of a gold medal supporting role is like the meaning of sweet and sour sauce to the vinegar fish in the West Lake, and the foam of peppercorns. For Mapo Tofu: Don't mix yourself, don't reject others, blank, selfless, respectful, fulfilling. In this age where happiness is often not the end, and effort does not necessarily bring hope, and is full of personalized propositions and personalization, there may be one less tree demon today. In any case, human nature is never good and evil, and neither is the self. Joy is both a loose chain and a rope to seduce the soul; pain is both a talisman and a cure; therefore, others are both our disaster and our blessing.
Growth is the process of rubbing others into oneself and separating from self and others.
Regarding the moral of the fourth story, it is kept secret. I guess is it telling us that no matter how calm a person appears on the surface, he has the urge to smash everything in the moment? In any case, only the inner and inner others, self, everything, including hatred and love, are smashed. After smashing it? A person with a messy and desolate heart can tolerate the prosperity and beauty of this world, and he must also want to smash other people's hearts and everything else, just like himself, is that so? Is it true that whether you let go or not let go, you are falling from one abyss of pain into another abyss of pain? Is there an option not to be swallowed up, to avoid reincarnation? I have had nightmares like in the story countless times, crying, hugging, and suddenly disappearing. In those insurmountable pains, others and self are slowly disappearing. It is said that time is the most powerful antidote, but it is also the most poisonous anesthetic. In the bleak life, the old self slowly eats away the new one. It is a natural proposition to have, and then to lose. It is indeed the Yangtze River that people cannot cross in their entire lives, and it is also a mirror that is incompetent from life to death. Does it take a tree demon to free the other and the self that are imprisoned deep inside? Before being devastated by the collapse. In the face of the ever-changing world, how can one be enough? Do you forget this one and move on, you will meet the next tree demon with fresh branches?
lifeiscomplicatedforaboywhoistoooldtobeaboy,andamanwhoistooyoungtobeaman.Butthe'llhavetolearnhowtoletlifego.
With theme song and theme song lyrics: Tear Up This Town
(Keane's music always has the magic power of crossing mountains and rivers~~)
I wanna hand you my heart and let you carry the load Nobody tells you anything you need to know I need a friend but a friend is so hard to find I need an answer but I'm always one step behind Cause it takes time Learning to fly
Do you ever feel like all you want is to go home
To kiss the earth, to weave a way through this storm Some days I rage like a fire in the wilderness Some days I only need the darkness and a place to rest Oh it takes time (It takes time) Learning to fly
Tear up this town Blinking in the sunlight as the walls come down This fire will burn Digging for a truth that just can't be found Don't want your lessons in love I want to tear it all up
I need a friend but a friend is so hard to find I need an answer but I'm always one step behind Oh it takes time Yes, it takes time Learning to fly
Tear up this town Blinking in the sunlight as the walls come down This fire will burn Digging for a truth that just can't be found Don't want your lessons in love I want to tear it all up
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