find home

Samson 2022-11-30 09:47:44

Many people criticized the film for its vague theme. Many people don't understand what the film is trying to express. Is it music, friendship, or race? For me, the feeling is just four words: find a home.

From Nathania's point of view, he is a musical genius, but unfortunately suffers from schizophrenia, has no choice but to drop out of school, run away from home, and live on the streets of Los Angeles. He has no home and refuses to have one. He is used to living in the open air and is used to wandering. When Stephen was about to find him an apartment, he was still afraid and refused. He represents a special case among countless wanderers. With no material home, all his belongings are packed in a cart that he never leaves. However, he has such a rich spiritual home that no one else can have. When he was playing the violin, when he saw the cello that was brought in, when he went to listen to the Los Angeles Symphony Orchestra playing the bassine, the intoxication and incomparable satisfaction that many homeowners could not have. ?

On the other hand, Steve Lopez, a well-known writer for the Los Angeles Times, has the things everyone dreams of, money, status, fame. But his life is full of helplessness and emptiness. He said a lot in the film, but I remember one: I never loved anything as much as he loves music. The encounter with Nathanya changed his life. He sees his true spiritual home in Nathania's obsession, even though he faces a schizophrenic.

Two sides of the story: one is the dirty ghetto, the kind full of homeless blacks, very chaotic and full of sin; one is the white upper class, represented by the offices of the Los Angeles Times, where people are busy and depressed, or Looking at the seemingly elegant banquet, people's conversations are hypocritical and empty. On the one hand, a home for survival is urgently needed, and on the other hand, a spiritual home is urgently needed. Nathanya and Steve's meeting was a fortunate coincidence that made up for each other.

But there are so many people. None have homes. A home like this, or that.

This movie reminds me of "Eight Million Ways to Die". There are eight million people in New York, everyone has a way to die, and every way of dying is a story. Bullock chose one of them to tell us. I don't know what the population of Los Angeles is, but it must be quite a few. How many stories will there be. Steve Lopez told us just one of those stories, and it's about music, friendship, class, race, and so much more. What does it matter? This is life itself. We just listened to a true story.

There are so many stories waiting to be discovered.

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The Soloist quotes

  • [last lines]

    Steve Lopez: "Points West" by Steve Lopez. A year ago, I met a man who was down on his luck and thought I might be able to help him. I don't know that I have. Yes, my friend Mr. Ayers now sleeps inside. He has a key. He has a bed. But his mental state and his well-being, are as precarious now as they were the day we met. There are people who tell me I've helped him. Mental health experts who say that the simple act of being someone's friend can change his brain chemistry, improve his functioning in the world. I can't speak for Mr. Ayers in that regard. Maybe our friendship has helped him. But maybe not. I can, however, speak for myself. I can tell you that by witnessing Mr. Ayers's courage, his humility, his faith in the power of his art, I've learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in, of holding onto it. Above all else, of believing, without question, that it will carry you home.

  • [first lines]

    Construction Worker: [greeting his co-workers] Buen dia, muchachos.

    Steve Lopez: [narrating] "Points West" by Steve Lopez. A construction worker in Griffith Park heard the

    Steve Lopez: [swerving his bicycle to avoid a raccoon] Hey!

    Steve Lopez: [continuing narration] He saw a cyclist cartwheel off his bike and slam face-first into the unforgiving asphalt of Riverside Drive.