The film uses the photographer's photos of the park as clues, telling the story of a group of confused young people exploring irregularly in the context of the collapse of the value system in the 1960s.
The ever-enlarged photos, the truth that comes little by little but disappears in an instant, the white-faced hippies running rampant in the streets, the smoking women, the young people who dream of becoming models, the people who are indifferent to rock and roll but gather in large numbers, insisting The propeller that moved back, existence and nothingness wrapped the world at this time. In this open and conservative era, people who desperately seek meaning have become clowns, and blindly gathered crowds have become the mainstream of false empty shells.
Like a layer cake, the crowd in front of rock and roll, the daydreamers can't stand the artificial chocolate shell, they become the external representatives of the confused youth, their stupidity and the impracticality are their synonyms. At its core, photographers seeking truth, hippies playing tennis, and women who want to stay away from antiques have become the main force in the search for spiritual strength. They have always been brave, persistent and reckless, and they are trying to move towards existentialism little by little. , just like the photographer's enlarged photos, which are clearly within reach, but blurred.
And when the cake was bitten, the hard shell and the dense center were fused together. They were mixed with each other's inherent characteristics, like swimming in the same big dye vat, and the dyes on each person had already become colorful.
This big dye vat is the world where existence and nothingness merge. What the confused youth amplifies is the confused, illogical and irregular human behavior in society.
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