How many times in life do we regret, and how many times do we want to change it? Time flies, as if flowing down the river without returning. Why can't life step into the same river? Time travel, things predicted in the theory of relativity, we don't have the ability to verify, but if you were given a chance, what would it be and what could be done? Trying to change the past, the protagonist in the movie always finds that the ending always goes around in a circle but returns to the original point. Trying to get back to his girlfriend is always in vain. Strictly speaking, the past has still been changed. The way she died, and even every word the protagonist said to people in history was different from the past. How many butterflies were trampled to death. But a movie is just a movie, if you care too much, it will be meaningless. What the film wants to say is that the past cannot be changed.
I can't remember the later episodes, but I just remember him sitting on a worn-out time machine, the cold and the summer passed, and the time seemed to turn page by page like a movie film: the saplings quickly grew into towering trees, and the mountains, rivers and valleys repeated themselves. Changes, the rain and snow fell in a flash and the sun was in the sky. Travelers only sit in corners forgotten by time, witnessing the outbreak of war, the decline of civilization, the division and change of human beings (don't know whether to use the word degradation or evolution), until the end of all life. The change of time, reflected in his time and space, is just the change of the date bar on the machine, and he is just a bystander of time.
Anyway, I think the movie just provides us with a picture of the future, and since changing history is futile, saving the future is what we should do now. I was also impressed by the last segment of the film, where he explained to his girlfriend that this was the location of his original house in a dense forest in the future, and at this time (the picture of the film) his housekeeper in the modern era took his friend in mourning. Looking at his house, both sides are telling, overlapping and blending.
Time or space, civilization or barbarism, past or future, this movie gave me an answer.
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