How to play yourself?

Ludwig 2022-09-16 07:11:46

How

to play yourself?

Is it possible that someone knows you better than you do?

Is it possible to wake up one day and find your life is all a drama?

Is it possible that you have absolutely no idea who the person you love is?

Who are you?

What are you?

What do you want?

What is love?

What is time?

Will there be a scene that touches you and makes you just want to turn around and jump off the building immediately?

Will there ever be a moment when it embarrassed you to face 3 women who left their mark on your life?

Is there a scene where you get carried away so that you forget the meaning of your life?

What is life for?

What is the answer to the ultimate question?

The elements that a good film that explores the philosophy of life should have, I think, should include providing a method of distinguishing between reality and non-reality, conscious and subconscious, love and blind enthusiasm. In the final analysis, it is still a discussion of people. The film tries to show the success of its exploration with a person's life story. It's all about human nature. What is clear and confused, what is noble and mean, what is chasing and what is disgusting in human nature is what distinguishes one person from another. And "New York Allegory" is just a rhapsody of Charlie Hoffman.

The film doesn't try to solve any problems, it raises many. The protagonist of this film is a middle-aged man with a messy life. He has nothing in common with me, but his actions and words always hit me inadvertently, perhaps just a tiny moment. The whole film continues to advance the plot is one funeral, his daughter is unwilling to forgive him before he dies, his parents died with pain and he didn't know anything, his life was wasted among 3 women, he The drama is so huge that he can't bear it, and his life is like a mess, but it makes people feel sad and inexplicable.

The answer to the ultimate question must be highly personal, and perhaps only when we are old will we discover what is truly lacking in this life, what is truly worth fighting for. Experience is the only way to answer this question. And when we look back at our life when we are old, we will feel that everything has its own destiny, right? Although life is like a garden with forked paths, every choice we make will have unforeseen consequences that make the future so exciting. But when we get older it feels so natural and even predestined. Everything is reasonable, and increasing the possibility of our future choices is what we have to do and be able to do, and it is definitely not a waste of life to waste life.

If life is a play, I just want to be a spectator.

Unfortunately this is not possible. unless you are god. Able to watch people go up and down without being indifferent.

Ah, a lot of confusion, who hasn't?

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Synecdoche, New York quotes

  • Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.

  • [over radio]

    Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Millicent Weems: Walk.

    Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...

    Millicent Weems: Gone.