At odds with the world, and trying to reconcile with the world

Theron 2022-03-23 09:02:34

Watching this movie was purely accidental. I clicked on the recommendation on the Netflix homepage. After watching it, I felt a little insomnia. This movie has a little stamina. It’s not an exaggeration to say that this is a stream of consciousness movie. People who haven’t gotten it may think it’s a mess. If you get it, you will feel relieved. That kind of fear that can only be understood but cannot be expressed. Some people use a consciousness Streaming movies tell you that you are not alone, at least this movie understands you.

Stream of consciousness movies put it simply, like a long dream of yours, time and space are chaotic, even jumping, all kinds of familiar or unfamiliar characters, all kinds of absurd scene transitions, you are sometimes happy and sometimes sad, all scenes Bounce at will with your consciousness. And this movie is like a dream. The heroine is a person who lives in the world and has a heart outside the world. She has a boyfriend but always wants to end the relationship. She obviously doesn't like it very much, but she will meet and date. Say what a lover should say, and do what a lover should do. Obviously out of tune with this world, but pretending to be very integrated, very happy. Obviously her boyfriend's family is very weird, and the dinner atmosphere is like a horror movie, she still tries hard to tell bad jokes to liven up the atmosphere. Perhaps we have all learned to pretend, overcome our inner fears, and work hard to play the role we need to play in this world in order to reconcile with the world.

Another emotion of the heroine is the passage of time and the fear of death. The film uses a lot of time and space conversion. One second before she was eating with her boyfriend's family, she was the only one left on the table during a glass of wine. Her boyfriend's parents will be young and old for a while, which is the time for a glass of red wine. The Lord seems to be traveling in an infinite flow of space, and the people around him grow old and die in a blink of an eye. Characters from different time and space in the play appear in front of the heroine at the same time, alluding to the encounter between the heroine's past and future.

This movie is not a movie that suits the public taste, it has a messy time, a ridiculous plot, no logic, it is not even a complete story, it is like a symphony that stirs your emotions, with long lines and dialogues, a lot of female characters The inner voice of the Lord highlights the contradiction between her and the world. She lives the life of an ordinary girl, but hides a rebellious and lonely heart. She strives to look like she is enjoying life. In fact, she is lonely and lonely, and she is afraid of aging and death. . Yes, in disguise, this is how we reconcile with the world.

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

    Don't try to understand it, feel it!

  • Moriah 2022-01-05 08:01:59

    We are still, time passes through us like a cold wind, through the past and future of our parents, through the sea of ​​books and countless jumping names. Remembered and forgotten, young and old, acceptance and rejection of self, the woman who wants to leave and the man who wants to stay. The meaningless muttering was crushed to pieces, and after everything melted, only the wind remained.

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.