The text of the movie is too strong, and it feels like reading a stream of consciousness novel. The dialogue in the car feels a little too long, and you will feel like you are talking to yourself and falling out of your book bag. It doesn't exist on the top, and without realizing this, the movie experience will be very boring and boring. It was only later that I suddenly realized this, and when I strung those fragments together, I recalled to piece together an unbearable and pitiful cruel story that needs to be carefully wrapped so as not to be hurt again.
The script's interpretation of the concept of time is quite novel, which is also the soul of this movie. Just like the line, "Time is like the cold wind, we stand still and let it pass."
So those chaotic time and space hit him violently like the cold wind. It was a blue and cold memory, with a little pretense of memory and imagination. It was cold and sweet, and it was essentially the same sad dream as "Mulholland Drive", a lonely and failed dying old man in the fierce cold wind. The final memory sorting and tracing on the road to death. Who says there must be hope in life?
The cruelty of life may only shatter the illusions of human beings again and again. Living may be like a pig full of maggots. The 24-hour ice cream shop standing in the cold wind is the last sweetness of life. Since childhood, no matter how hard you work hard to make up for it. You can only get a medal for hard work instead of a medal for intelligence. When you grow up, you will only be disliked and discarded in intimate relationships. Art creation can only be locked in the basement where the sun is not visible. The title of physicist is only in the award stage in the dream. Realizing it, low self-esteem is like the accumulation of fat on the stomach, and when I open my eyes, I can only be a humble but neglected cleaner for a lifetime. Even in my dreams, I feel that I don’t deserve to dance with my beloved. I need to change to a handsome one. looks like.
And a little more courage to step out of that closed self, will it be so different? That's just the next life, and I just want to end everything like shit. It's a sad story, but I see many, many shadows of myself.
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