Freshmen have just entered school, and all kinds of hopes are growing in the fresh air. Taking advantage of the foot injury on vacation, I also came here to do some graffiti. In fact, it stems from watching "New York Synonyms", a seemingly long and dry film, but it is not a film review.
AM 7:44, an ordinary morning, accompanied by his daughter's nursery rhyme and the sound of the Radio program, Caden woke up in front of the bed where he had slept for an unknown number of years. The simple scenes paint a dull picture of standard American civilian life, with monotonous dialogue, monotonous voices, monotonous breakfasts. The director took us into a real life scene in an instant, as if it were between us, and the time flowed so plainly. The bland first topic, an interview in Radio, "Autumn is regarded as the beginning of the end, if one year is regarded as life, then autumn is the beginning of a person's decline, and autumn is also the withering of rose petals and the beginning of life. At the time of death, this month is full of melancholy, and perhaps that's why it is so charming..."
The occupation of the host and hostess of this ordinary American family is obviously metaphorical.
Caden, a stage director who is obsessed with scripts and stages, suffers from health problems all day long, and real life and scripts are completely scattered fragments of his entire life drama. His profession is to infinitely magnify the personal virtual life.
Adele, a successful miniature oil painting artist, each of her paintings can only be appreciated by one person at a time, isolating highly social individuals on canvases as tiny as mustard beans, but still alive, one magnifies, one A narrow, contradictory expression.
Everyone's life is a play, and he is the director of the play, and he is also a role in someone else's play. Saying it here reminds me of "The Truman Show" and makes me wonder if I'm also being used as a show or after dinner talk in a huge reality show scene. If "Chu" is an easy meditation for one day, "New" is the Great Compassion Mantra. I suddenly remembered "The Matrix" again, and doubted the reality of the external things I was familiar with and my own images. This comes to the point. Who am I and what is the meaning of my existence? A primitive philosophical proposition unfolds blandly, but in the end who can find the answer?
In our short life, love is indispensable. What Adele said in front of the psychiatrist gave me the chills, it's hard to imagine how my wife would feel if she fantasized about my death and was able to get out of it. This reminds me of the moral bottom line of love, dedicating to love or living for love, having no love for life or hating because of love. Is love in life a question of which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Hazel's purchase of the Always Burning House is a wonderfully creative, surreal nightmare. A home full of unrest is like this burning house in danger. "I really like it, but I'm worried I'm going to die in it." "Which way people choose to die is really a big decision." I guess that's the tangle. Several times in the film, the details of the Burning House are very good. The second time Caden and Hazel's bed scene is in his old age. The two bent candles lit by Hazel are melted by high temperature like JJ that Caden does not lift. In the end, Hazel died happily on the bed in the Burning House, with a smile on his face. Hazel didn't die in the seemingly deadly terrifying flames, but because of too much fine dust, as is the case with people, struggling to die in a silent life.
The huge soundstage is astounding, and it presents writer-director Charlie Kaufman's cosmology. The play within the play, beyond the sky, never ends, never ends.
The narrative structure of the whole play is very ingenious, breaking the conventional linear description, and using the overlapping and splicing of jumping time and space, how much space is left for us to reminisce, just like Chinese Feibai calligraphy, the inadvertently revealed character makes us sigh Time flies so fast to see how vulnerable Caden, and ourselves, is. This shows the literary foundation of the original work of the script. Caden's loss is a kind of all-round loss, lost in life and in the play. The funny thing is that even the tears in the sadness need to be guided by props, so that in the end he is lost in a few places. A cartoon I watched ten years ago. Like the last mysterious words of "Citizen Kane" "Rosebud". Although the whole film is profound, the remarks of the group actors who play Aunt Cleaning have become a key to deconstructing the film, "...he lives in a world of stagnation and interaction, and time is condensed and chaotic. sequence, until at last he was forced to make an effort to make sense of his own existence, and now he is a stone again...". And the full core interpretation comes from another pastor ensemble "Everything is more complicated than you think, you only see a little bit of the truth, and every decision you make drives thousands of relationships in motion. You can choose to ruin your life at any time. But maybe you won't understand it in 20 years...and you may never be able to trace it back. And you only have one chance to get it right. Try to get it done Take your own marriage. Everyone says there's no such thing as destiny, it's just what you create. Even if the world turns year after year...you're just a tiny piece of the second. Most of your time You can stay after or before you are alive, but when you are alive, you only have to wait in vain...wasting decades waiting for a phone call, a letter, or a meeting from someone or something to make yourself Peace of mind. But that never will or seems to happen, and it really won't. So again, you blankly regret or blankly hope that something good will happen next that makes you feel that you really exist, that you are not cut off from the world, To make you feel loved..."
Whoever has no house now,
will never build it again.
Whoever is alone now will be alone for a
long time.
Will sit, read, write, long letters,
will be on the boulevard,
restless,
Wandering endlessly,
I saw the falling leaves.
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