The first story: The heroine is a hard worker at the bottom of the society. She has a boyfriend who likes to make stream-of-consciousness movies. The boyfriend only cares about his art, and she encounters obstacles in everything, and finally even her good friend Hate her, think she is a useless and useless person. Just when I thought it was a mediocre, cheesy story, it took an amazing turn! Like Kafka's Metamorphoses, the heroine turns into a chair! The difference is that she can freely change between chairs and people. This "chair" was brought home by a man, and she lived in the man's house. "Actually, in my life, I have never felt as useful as now." In this way, a person materializes himself, and after materializing, he actually finds the value of his life. Suppose in a city, a pure person and a pure object, which one is the subject? Or is it in between? Can people who run around in the city be happy and valuable only when they completely lose their hearts, become numb, and only show their appearance when no one is there?
Second story: Mr. Shit. Mr. Shit is an underground weirdo who makes his home in the sewer, climbed up from a sewer mouth, a strange green suit, messy hair, half-blind face, strange walking posture, walking on the bustling streets of Tokyo, almost nothing. No one pays attention to him. It wasn't until he started grabbing cigarettes, slapping people's prams, licking girls' arms, and munching on flowers and banknotes that it started causing a commotion and panic. The world under the ground has long stairs, wide space, the flag of the Japanese military, landmines, the weirdo goes out again, grenades are littered on the overpass, the rain mixed with blood and screamed, and he stepped on the corpse. , the grenade continued to be thrown. Finally got caught underground and brought to court, he said that Japanese people are the most hated people in the world (feeling his remarks are a bit anti-human), and the lawyer said that no one forced you to come. The people are divided into two factions with a clear fortress. One is the old one who advocates hanging, and the other who advocates letting go. In any case, the underground geek has instantly become a trend and a sought after idol. T-shirts with his image are sold everywhere in the store, and Clay doll. He was hanged three years later, and after confirming his death (death resembling the crucifixion of Jesus), he did not die (resurrection), and the body disappeared. In the end, his head turned out to be the portrait of Lincoln on the dollar bill! I don't quite understand this story. I feel like this is an indictment of everyone. The weirdo said: "God always put me in the place I hate the most, this is the cross I have to bear" "My mother is a saint, you all raped her, I am your son!" "The sky is old" As for what he is accusing, those of us who live in the present have our own answers. What he wants to accuse is not what you want to accuse. It's just that you live by the rules, it's just that you make the city more prosperous.
The third: Otaku's love. The shooting method of this section is my favorite, light and shadow, sexy and eloquent narration, otaku who has not been out of the house for ten years, used toilet paper rolls, eaten PIZZA boxes, a Bottles of crystal clear mineral water, rolls of unused toilet paper, and books that have been read, are arranged in an artistic and well-organized room in a not too big room. Afraid of the sun, but I like to watch the movement of the sun on the floor, the window lattice, between my fingers, and even the slow and long return of the lid of the PIZZA carton that has not been closed after eating. Such a self-satisfied life, until I met Yu Aoi, a pale takeaway girl wearing an elastic suspender and a button switch on her body. For her, a house man went out and looked for another house man. The process is difficult, and even stepping into the sun is a torment. When he walked to the street, there was no one on the street (he only had his own thoughts in his mind, he didn't care about the crowd around him at all, in a huge city, in fact, it was always only himself), it turned out that everyone became a housekeeper , I searched all the way, the windows are full of otaku and otaku faces, this is just the beginning, this has been 3 years, and this is about 10 years old. . . Finally found Aoi Yu, but she refused to come out no matter how she told her. At this time, the earthquake happened, all the people in the house ran out of the house, and finally there were panic-stricken people on the originally empty street. After the earthquake, people came back to their senses and walked slowly into their houses. Only the house was their safe destination. A house is far safer than an earthquake. The otaku turned around, Aoi Yu was right behind him, Xiaoyou turned to go back to her house, the otaku pulled her desperately, and after some tearing, the picture froze. The otaku just pressed the "LOVE" button on her arm, and love happened like this. This story is heartwarming. The house symbolizes so many things. It is a man's dream, a barrier between people, a shell that people use to protect themselves, and their hearts and sorrows. To walk out of the house is to walk out of the fence in one's heart, embrace others, and bravely accept the baptism of human affection. , Although it will bring harm, the warmth of human nature can overcome the cowardice in the heart. Those of us living in the city, bravely go to chat with the girl next door, love will always be the medicine to redeem the numb soul.
Throughout the whole film, the absurd logic is the most true expression of the human heart.
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