I always feel that Mary is the most important protagonist in this film, that willful, mad, beautiful, lonely, miserable, lost, overwhelmed old woman. Especially with such a "normal" and happy exemplary friend around, the sense of tragedy attached to Mary suddenly penetrated the four seasons.
Sometimes I want to say, why do we have to follow the established development trajectory of society? When it's time to study, when it's time for a blind date, when it's time for a blind date, and when it's time to find someone to marry a husband and teach children, when it's time to send your own children on this road, and when it's time to kick in with both legs tomb? So there are brave newcomers who are determined to live only for themselves, and pursue what they want without restraint all their lives, without a partner, without children, without a house, and having fun in real time, only themselves. In the eyes of ordinary people, a normal, plain, stable and irresistible life is not what I want.
But what do you want?
The established laws of society have developed to this point, and there must be a reason for their existence. The freedom you want is essentially a terrible thing. Responsibilities you don't want to take on must be exchanged for mental abrasion. There is no room for negotiation, and life is neither necessary nor obligatory to pay for your choices. It gives you what you are after, drinking and having fun, watching football, taking drugs, singing and walking, planting vegetables and hoeing, happy, sad, confused, insomnia, awake and drunk, the clock keeps running, clack-clack, It's all living.
So you are old.
Mary has been appearing in the camera in that state of shrinking nervousness, and every move she makes, the way she chats, drinks, smokes, flirts and even blinks, shows that she is at a loss.
At first, I admired Mary quite a bit. She broke through our normal life. I also thought that she lived as unrestrained as I wanted. Doing whatever she wants is simply because she has gone too far and doesn't know how to get back. The derailed train is just a futile struggle to get back on track, so it can only stage a moth to the fire and powerlessness once and for all.
I actually hate the three words "choose one". But if there is such a day, and there must be such a day, you and the people around you have to choose the path, the world is handed over to the young people, the stage is no longer yours, no one can see the road ahead clearly, the days move forward When rolling, the world is split into two halves. The general sadness and resentment look at the other half, which is peaceful and unreachable, but the lonely one can only bow his head in embarrassment and pay homage to the past with spiritual nothingness. How tragic will it be?
So you're afraid of being old without a home?
I'm scared to death.
Don't slander normal life, and don't be too obsessed with your free plan. Live a good life is truly valuable.
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