The film is interspersed with documentary and stories to portray the life of a road wanderer. There are many traces of the story, and it tends to be a poetic narrative. Correspondingly, there is a slight lack of deep excavation in the documentary part, and the ending is slightly lacking in strength, so I gave it four stars.
This film gave me two thoughts at the same time.
One is how should we arrange our own old age? How should we care for the elderly around us? After 30 years of hard work, the concept of taking care of the elderly through the society has long been nakedly torn. Recently, I work frugally, and I have to pay all the taxes with the little money I just saved... Harsh government is fiercer than tigers! ! It made me more skeptical about the functioning of society. This film also raised such questions, oh no, it can't be said to be a question, but to show the phenomenon and the result. After many years of hard work, the body that no longer has labor value and a meager pension are exchanged. And the way to deal with this result, I think each of us needs to ask and pursue.
The second is the way we human beings survive, which is what I have been thinking about. This film gives a possibility to abandon comfort, abandon the warm bed of the house of peace, and go on the road. The human heart is the pursuit of comfort, but this pursuit is also destined to sacrifice the blood in our bones. There are three houses in the film, one is the house of the heroine's sister. It looks so cute and beautiful! A small blue-roofed house with a little religious flavor, in a tidy neighborhood, with a small garden where you can have a barbecue with friends, and extra beautifully manicured flowers and plants outside the porch to welcome visitors, what a lovely house! There is also a home for Luyou's son with a small farm, a bit old, but with piano roast chicken in raspberry sauce and a big warm family. The key is to have solid walls and a big, springy, clean bed on which to roll a few times. This neat picture is in stark contrast to the heroine's own smelly, crowded RV bed. These two houses are what I really want to own, and it can be said that they satisfy everyone's best fantasy about home. But when the heroine's wandering heart fell back into the neat bed, I couldn't help but feel that the air in the room was still, small and bound, and the wall was so thick that it blocked all the wind and rain outside. . This security is dying.
I can't help but wonder, where does the temptation to live comfortably come from, and how much courage do we have to refuse? There are more and more objects in the house, until the house also joins our life as real property. How much should be and how much is the habit of being told? Unconsciously, we have become snails crawling slowly carrying our belongings, pouring our youthful life into society, taking out loans, housing, having children... Everything is a hamster roulette. After jumping in, as long as you keep going. Move your little paws and run forward, and the wheels will naturally roll. That's how society works. But what about ourselves? Where is our own life going? After giving the last available value in society, holding a meager pension, living in a small town where mail may disappear and guarding your own desert? This film gives a way of life, and leaves the audience with a choice question: it's time to think about how you want to live.
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