poor "artist"

Adolphus 2022-03-22 09:02:22

Although it looks like a big reunion in the end, it is actually a very helpless and hurtful film. Artists are all born, no matter how you cultivate the day after tomorrow, you will be a mechanic at best. Sadly, art is too unique, because there is no absolute answer that everyone can explain, so everyone can use "underachiever" as a fig leaf, saying You are unhappy and unwilling to be born at the right time, but in the end you don't have the most important "talent"!

Yes, there are indeed many examples of geniuses being buried, but most of them are like the playwright who got through and the dancer with the weird voice, but they always think they are Van Gogh or Edgar Allan Poe. I hold it all the time, the more I talk about the self-comforting words, the more I believe it, and while enduring the beatings of life, I am immersed in the self-satisfaction of a "lonely genius" whose talents are incomprehensible to others. How ridiculous it seems now.

Che Qi is the real artist. He has no professional training but has fantastic ideas. Killing Olive in order to protect his works is exactly the same as the above-mentioned "artists have their own moral values", and they were thinking about it until the moment of death. Find out how to make your artwork more perfect. It is simply unmatched by the male protagonist, so the male protagonist is sober and wants to return to the world to live a happy life. Of course it is beautiful, but don't forget, how many people use art to find it for themselves just because of the dissatisfaction of the worldly life. excuse?

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Bullets Over Broadway quotes

  • Helen Sinclair: Make love to me.

    David Shayne: Here? Now?

    Helen Sinclair: I see no reason to wait.

    David Shayne: Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door.

    Helen Sinclair: Yes, he's a wonderful composer. You'll have to meet him. Now hang up your pants.

  • Olive: Don't tell me you still think the world revolves around...

    Stage Manager: You.

    Olive: ...you.