I found that movies can be divided into these two categories: mass and niche. As soon as the sentence was written it seemed to make it a nonsense. This seems to be the most general and easiest to call the deer-for-horse classification. But looking at all the movies, it's the stories of the big guys, the public figures, the most compelling people. These films do not require your deep study, your eyes and ears only need to digest them a little to accept them, in other words, to understand them with a more general sympathy. And the other, like this inflatable doll love, certainly doesn't resonate with most. But not being able to understand easily does not mean that it is completely impossible to try to understand, and when you really think about it with your heart, you will find that the seemingly plain surface is covered with a heavy depth.
Who would buy an inflatable doll online for himself without using her as a sex tool and pretending to be his girlfriend? This alone makes people feel good, at least he has a large naive garden in his heart, not a bored person with an empty body. What impressed me was when he tried to comfort Margo's co-worker for pranking her hanged teddy bear, giving it artificial respiration, and that scene was so cute.
It is believed that he only saw her as an object of self-projection in the first place. It's like when a man talks to a dog, he just separates himself from his body - loneliness. Imagine that a person is a natural illuminator, and countless rays of light are emitted from this center in all directions, and only this ray of light can continue to exist if it is projected to another object and can be attached, otherwise it will be forever annihilated in the dust of the world. We have to admit that most of the light sources in our life are blocked and disappeared due to various electromagnetic interference, but most of them are because there is no corresponding object at all.
Of course, it's not Lars' problem, his problem is simpler - childhood trauma. The mother died in childbirth of Lars, and the father was unhappy even though he took up the responsibility of raising the two brothers. The elder brother could not bear the repression of the family and went out to live, leaving his father and Lars in their hometown. It is conceivable that he, who had lost his mother's love, was also affected by his depressed father. Year after year, he would naturally suffer from mental illness. In fact, this is really not a big deal, as the empathetic old lady in the film said: Some people dress cats in skirts, some people throw money at a flying saucer club, some people have a kleptomania. . . . . . Everyone gets sick, and Lars just fell in love with a sex doll. It can be said that it was this method that allowed him to successfully get out of the haze of childhood and finally have the courage to communicate with normal people. In this process, his family, friends, and friends from the town played an indispensable role. Their tolerance, kindness, and desire to put themselves in his shoes made his recovery possible. This seemingly simple thing is the quality that modern people are increasingly lacking. In the social atmosphere where everyone is for themselves, we not only have obsessive-compulsive disorder ourselves, but also gradually become forcing others to accept our own values, which is the most terrible. That's what made the original Gus so rude and unacceptable. But in the end, he understood that his brother's alienation was the result of his own irresponsibility.
I believe those good people in the movie helped Lars and saved our souls at the same time.
In addition, I quite admire the actor who plays Lars. He blinks from time to time, smears his face deeply (what should I say about this action?), and the tone of refraining from talking perfectly creates a big boy full of childlike innocence. . Sometimes seeing his silent and tangled appearance makes people feel the urge to pounce on him and strangle him, but you will regret it the first second you are about to pounce on him.
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