highly recommended

Imelda 2022-03-23 09:02:34

The wife is lonely. Was the word loneliness coined by people or discovered by people? In fact, the title of the film has been repeatedly emphasized and repeatedly implied. The film is mixed with strange old men, and it is also a mystery. By the end of the film, the amount of information is overwhelming, and I have to admire it. After watching it, I was silent for a long time. My mind is full of ahhhhhh, it gives me goosebumps, in the film the interpretation of the word loneliness is too thorough, not using contrast or other techniques, but using a kind of subjective feeling without telling you directly When it comes to the film, in the end, the amount of information is transmitted to complete a world view. The audience is immediately hit, and they don't know what to say after reading one. It is a very good movie. At present, about the theme of loneliness, I think this one I have seen should be used to interpret it the best. The music at the beginning of the film and the heroine's confession are very easy to make people have a preconceived view, and the director's use of the camera is really not superfluous. Such a strong film, my wife is very impressed. Priority's description of the surrounding environment from the beginning seems to be a bit depressing, uh uh, poetic.

The scene between the two of them in the car scares me. Could it be the relationship between the two? Really yes, two aspects are manifested in some stubbornness. The logic of this behavior of the two parties is still the way of communication, that is, running on both sides, the heroine has a very obvious action, that is, when she tilts her head to the left, she just wants to fall into contemplation. Embarrassed, even a little depressing.

I saw this in the film, which is actually a more obvious hint,

Did the film idea make fun of itself or what? don't understand haha

I want to end it all (2020)
7.3
2020 / United States / Drama Thriller / Charlie Kaufman / Jesse Plemons Jesse Buckley

The dialogue at the dining table made people feel stiff and a little like it was really home. The director created this atmosphere very realistic, how do you say it? It's like the weird problem that pops up, and then it feels like there's a kind of I want to end it all. Embarrassed... What is the conversation at home, and then the wife is embarrassed, feeling that he expresses a sense of powerlessness.

I think it is the same with the father who is trapped in time, that is to say, they have some of the same understanding of the concept of time. They have a new understanding of the concept of time, that people do not travel to a specific time. But we are forbidden. What the film expresses is that we are still, like a father trapped in time, that we are forbidden time is constantly flowing, and we are flooded with different fragments.

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I'm Thinking of Ending Things quotes

  • Young Woman: [about his onset dementia] I'm sorry that y-you're...

    Father: That's okay. Truth is, I'm looking forward to when it gets very bad and I don't have to remember that I can't remember!

  • Young Woman: Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not; whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything's worse once you're home. You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is just awful. And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn. You return home moon-landed, foreign; the Earth's gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of... Anyway... You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. One might as well, at a time... Well... Anyway... You're back. The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. Your vision blears. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness. You come back with X-ray vision. Your eyes have become a hunger. You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. Everything you see now, all of it: bone.