what you think

Branson 2022-10-02 19:00:57

It's so good, and while I'm drifting with the director's stream of consciousness (forgive me for not having a more precise word in my head), I'm always looking for a way to tell me it's not nonsense (or I'll get annoyed) maybe There were two moments like this when the director pulled me back (actually the plot was at work)

In the last paragraph, I have already begun to empathize. During the exploration of the play, I unknowingly fell into the same thinking as Caden, so the sentences that are slightly deliberately pessimistic will be understood later. , but the director did not make such an attempt before, it seems that he deliberately made you feel odd (of course there are many strange scenes interspersed in the middle, such as the shadow outside the window, I only know why the label is written as horror) to make you lose Interested, but just lost interest to cater to Caden and kept following in his footsteps.

If the "Titanium" I watched before wanted to do nonbinary shit, this one with an actress instead of an actor gave me a better feeling than "Titanium" just because she persuaded Caden to make me feel more reasonable? I think it's not easy when the male actor comes to play Caden himself (but is there a logical connection between the two, I don't think so)

There have been so many ups and downs in Caden's life that it makes perfect sense when condensed into one person (abbreviating it into a brief introduction alone would be rude) because he doesn't follow a timeline, he just leaves you behind A clue, let you think for yourself (this kind of thinking can be converted into thinking in the second time) When there are no words to describe Caden's mood, maybe only the word at the end can be summed up: die

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Synecdoche, New York quotes

  • Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.

  • [over radio]

    Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Millicent Weems: Walk.

    Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...

    Millicent Weems: Gone.