you still ended it all

Leslie 2022-03-23 09:02:34

"I want to end this," the heroine wanted to say several times, but didn't say it completely. Even in fantasy, the male protagonist's "girlfriend" is thinking about leaving him. The male protagonist lacks love and has low self-esteem, just like when he was on the "stage" at the end of his life, Gao Ge's last sentence was, "I want to have a her that only belongs to me", and then froze to death in the snow. It can't be said that the male protagonist has no personality problems, as shown in the "dialogue", he has a strong desire for control and a violent personality, and hopes that everything will follow his rules. But the root of these may be that he never got what he wanted.

Sad for his misfortune, but unable to be angry, because he also worked hard, but like a poor imitation painting in the basement, like his mother praised him for his lack of talent but hard work, like he loves reading and can recite, he is not Excellent, just average. And this is also the predicament of many people, especially the predicament of many literary youths. We love literature and art, listen to a lot of music, and write beautiful sentences, but we are ordinary people after all. And what we create, in the eyes of the public, may be extremely clumsy, because there are too many people who are better than us.

We have a hobby of transcending our mediocrity, but the unchangeable mediocrity drags us to the ground of cruelty. So we live mediocrely, age mediocrely, reach the climax of a lifetime in our own fantasies, and die mediocrely, uncared for and remembered.

"How can you envy someone just because he's young?" Why not. Younger, healthier, more energized, paths of infinite possibilities opened up before him, and with age they were sealed. The cleaners counted the number of classrooms day after day, and looked at the youthful face with a smile day after day, while he was alone, wearing cleaning clothes, doing boring work day after day. Aging, like his imaginary parents, weak and forgetful. The fantasy of his girlfriend discussing gerontology with him and his family is actually expressing his concerns about aging. Society is not so tolerant, it does not accept the elderly, it seems that getting old has become a shameful thing.

However, many people still retain their childhood self in the process of getting older. Like the male protagonist said, "I feel like I'm still a child". This is not an excuse like "I'm still a baby" to avoid responsibility, but he still retains the character and habits of his childhood. Child, believing that good things will happen, that he will be loved, he didn't know it at that time, hope is the biggest lie invented by human beings. Part of the male protagonist is aging and becoming bitter, but there is always a part of him that retains some beautiful fantasies.

"Fantasy, this deadly thing." Yu Hong said. But although it is deadly, it also provides a possibility of dying in fantasy, just like the last stage play of the male protagonist, he attracted much attention, some people applauded him, and he died in warm applause. At the same time, he was sober, did not blame his mother for his pain, did not believe in Freud's theory, and was very feminist. He didn't demonize women because he couldn't get love, but he held a very fair attitude towards the characters in the movie. He is really a nice guy.

But good people sometimes don't get love. Some people will comfort, what if there is no love, can people live? But for a man who never got it, how much he longed for it from the bottom of his heart. "Don't talk about dogs" is the complaint of people who have already talked about it, but love is an extravagant hope for the male protagonist.

I can't forget the pig that was eaten alive by maggots, it's like a metaphor for the hero's life. In Final Fantasy, he said to the pig, You are so kind. This line makes my heart heavy. The last warmth and the last kindness come from a pig who has also suffered from pain. Maybe in life, the male protagonist has no chance to say such a thank you to people, because life is too unkind to him.

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  • 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].

  • Taya 2022-03-25 09:01:14

    Milky Fei finally has an eye-catching literary film this year! Using the background of "Blizzard Villa" as a projection, a story about myself is presented, which is so clever and delicate. A masterfully handled existential/nihilistic three-act play. After reading it, I wanted to see who was so daring and pretended to be so shy to talk about metaphysics in a tricky way. When I saw Kaufman, (clasping fists) I'm sorry, it's you. This film is more metaphysical than Anomalisa, and more personal than New York's allegory. I think this is probably the best literary film I have seen on Netflix in the past two years.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things quotes

  • 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.

  • Young Woman: That's misogynistic claptrap! Freudian bullshit! A person, an adult, has to, at one point or another, take responsibility for who they are.