People can't live in the moment, so hope is created

Andre 2022-03-23 09:02:34

I understand the logic of this movie after reading the film review. For me, it is a very special technique. I understand that a young man with low self-esteem and loneliness has lived his whole life in loneliness, and he is depressed until his old age. Unhappy and hesitant, he hated himself so much that he thought he was a pig with maggots in his stomach, so he fantasized about another ideal life of his own. In that life, he found his ideal girlfriend and brought her back together. I saw my parents who made me feel inferior. In this picture, it can be seen that even if it is a picture of my own fantasy, I can't get rid of the inferiority in the male protagonist's bones. After all, we can't get rid of the shackles of our own thoughts. His parents, while imagining that his girlfriend kept saying that he wanted to leave here, took his girlfriend to buy his favorite ice cream, and at the same time imagined that the girls selling ice cream were mocking him. . . . . In this way, the male protagonist who is about to die ends all this in his fantasy. The reason why I find it special is because I often fantasize about some scenes that did not happen, such as the scene with my future boyfriend from acquaintance to marriage to having a child, to fire and salt, and there will be dialogues in it. How the bridge section should be designed will be better. Now suddenly you find someone helping you turn the thoughts in your mind into a movie, you are not surprised. But next time, you can change the angle, an ordinary guy about 23 years old, fantasize about his romantic and beautiful life, beautiful wife, lovely children, healthy parents, successful career, life is sweet and beautiful, and at the end of the movie, As soon as the picture changed, the young man had turned into a 50-year-old uncle, with a big beer belly, bald hair, wrinkled face, yellowed teeth, greasy, and married an ordinary-looking woman who was as bloated as him. Children drop out of school early, and their parents are old and cannot be taken care of by others. But this doesn't seem to be profound and has no educational significance, except to add a sense of powerlessness and oppression to the audience, harm, whatever

By the way, I really love the filters in the movie, especially in the part of buying ice cream, the filters made of cyan and blue are absolutely incredible. There are two movie scenes that were also shot very well. When the female protagonist Lucy was eating at the male protagonist's parents' house, the camera slowly panned to the right, and slowly left through a wall until only Lucy was sitting in the corner of the table. , that sense of loneliness can be deeply felt across the screen. There is also a scene that follows, the camera is pushed forward until only Lucy is left sitting at the large table, and in the background is a wall decorated with dull green, which is extra large, so large that it can take a person's body. Loneliness is magnified tenfold.

One of my favorite lines in the movie, people can't live in the moment, so they create hope.

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Extended Reading
  • Jacinthe 2022-03-28 09:01:07

    Time is a biting cold wind that takes away the energy of our life. Going home is the worst thing that can make us feel out of place. Childhood is the most shameful memory, when we can still draw emotions. A woman is the most beautiful ideal, as long as it is not a beautiful and stupid woman. Life is like a blizzard, and with snow chains we rush into fragments of the stream of consciousness. High concepts are illusory, profound knowledge and sweets, but in the end, they are nothing more than a desire to survive, a medal of pain and honor. Knowing countless film directors, he is familiar with literature and poetry, and he does not refuse to come to physical art. Even if he has a profound contemplation of dying dreams, he still cannot escape the decay of romance and the ordinary belonging. The obscure janitor uncle died naked in the snow, which is the curtain call everyone will face - so it's better to dance.

  • Jettie 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    Wonderful enough to be speechless, at the end of the summer, the endless snowstorms in the whole film are as piercing as being there. Charlie Kaufman contributed the first post-coronavirus film to condense this increasingly cold world and the shrinking human beings in it. Embarrassment, anxiety, loneliness, absurdity and nothingness, attached to the road, the room, the snow, and the silent moments between crying and laughing, turned into a flowing spectacle, and seemed to be a conscious world endowed with reality by materials, oscillating between hallucinations and Between delusions, and in the long river of time, there is impermanence. Lonely, you are like a little poem humming on a snowy road, like a pig whose lower body was gnawed by maggots, like a waitress in an ice cream shop in the wilderness, like a girl with countless names, like a table with only yourself in the audience The play is like a snow field with white flowers. The last time I saw such a light and seamless slide was Fellini [eight and a half].

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.