In the land where the flower of evil blooms, there are no truly evil plants and no truly evil people, but there are evil cultivators. - Hugo
The obsession of a teenager, escape, run, get hurt, wake up. Finally stripped of its shell and exposed to the world.
Healy may be ridiculous, almost insane hysteria, but isn't all this always in our bones, as the other side of our "human"?
In the orphanage, I could escape over the wall; when my father didn't see me, I squeezed my face and hit the glass with my head... because he couldn't get love.
The film does not directly criticize the father, even if it finally tells the viewers that the father is not really busy and just has a new life of his own and abandons Healy, but this is just an understatement. The greatest charm of the film is. Secondly, in addition to the director recording the scene from the perspective of a "bystander", the characters also depict Healy's protective and obsessive search for his father - as long as his father is there , even if he really doesn't want me anymore, it doesn't matter.
When Healy fell, patted the dust on his body and got back on his bike, there was always a sour feeling that made me cry. But the film is not sensational, it just depicts his experience of escaping and falling in an orphanage, also experiencing a bicycle being stolen and falling, struggling with a gangster and falling, climbing a high place and falling... Maybe still a teenager, in a coma It was fine after that. No, even if he is still alive, there will always be something wrong with the young man: in order to trust his friends, he puts all his heart into it, but his friends lead him astray... He doesn't have strong weapons and fists, all he has in the world is A bicycle that was forced to be sold by my father. Even in the tender last few minutes of the film, he was kicked out of the car by the previous victim. At the end of the shot, it's back to him re-patting the dust on his body and riding his bike again.
Wilde once said that the most painful thing in the world is getting something or not getting something. Stop and go in Healy, stumbling and searching, and in the end it seems that he has not really found anything: Samantha's existence is probably one of the warmth that exists in French society. It is also a strong personality contrast with Healy's father from the side. Although she is just a stranger, she has a responsibility and promises her father to let Healy live at home. Li and turned against her boyfriend. Maybe she has other feelings for Healy, but it doesn't make any sense anymore: because love itself doesn't distinguish what kind of love it is, for what purpose, it's caring, it's love, it's friendship, it's family, it's pity? These, for a teenager with only a "bicycle", are all luxuries. But this luxury, it exists. It does not exist in the closest parents, but it does exist in strangers.
I love the motto from the Rolling Stones: The Rolling Stones don't grow moss. Even if the world is a nihilistic "absurd", it cannot rest on its laurels. Run like a teenager, get hurt, and wake up. Childish yet sincere, confused yet hopeful. I think I'm still the same teenager who was not afraid of getting me wet in the heavy rain in order to protect his game console. Like Healy's bike, for us, that's the world.
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