In the 1950s, it was the era when Europe and the United States entered the era of explosive growth of the technology economy, the new generation boom, and the new generation jumped to become a star on the world stage. They have never endured the war pressure and economic pressure borne by their parents. In front of them is a psychedelic era where opportunities are everywhere and gold can be found by prying off the floor tiles. Coupled with different attitudes towards war in this era, social differentiation has become obvious. This so-called lost generation-----although it has now become the generation of grandparents to marry and have children----but the era is still on their shoulders A mark of disdain and wandering under the brand.
The magician in the play is faced with such a dilemma. His magic is traditional and tepid, conjuring wine glasses and rabbits out of hats. But this is the era when individuals go to the cinema and start chasing rock music. The magician represents a divided group belonging to the old world, gentle and slow. This group has been led forward in the crushing of the wheels of the world, and has been forced into a place that is changing with each passing day, and the speed of development is getting faster and faster day by day. Dizzy world. He is like Gustave in the Grand Budapest, although he has half his life in martial arts, but in an era when he has abandoned himself, he can't do anything.
Some people may interpret it as the sadness of the times, the lament of the passing of time, but this is not correct - why does the younger generation need to care, want to care, a silhouette of the past that has died on the sands of history. They got thier own problems after all. Look at Kerouac's description of the generation on the road. Between the roar of the engine and the wild dreams of crossing the American Continent, in the gap between the rich and the living, heroin, sex, freedom and confusion, where is there any time to go to the theater to watch the rabbit in the hat Love it.
So it's no wonder that the little girl came to Edinburgh and was blinded by clothes, shoes and bags. There are not only differences in circumstances, but also gaps across the ages. From the mountain village that just introduced juke box to the metropolis where opportunities and traps coexist, this is not called being corrupted by desire, but blindfolded by flowers and plants. It's the same thing in another era. How many young people go from a small place to a big place, and then get lost in the swamp of steel and iron bones, even most of us don't have a kind and loving magician, so we drown can't be seen.
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