She likes to drink Coke. Sing while driving. Has a habit of pulling hair. It's a little nameless ghostwriter, but he has to sign a book that can't be sold. I have a cute dog but I don't care. After makeup, the charm is still there, but it is usually disheartened.
When her inspiration was exhausted and she was rushing to write a book, she received an email from her ex-boyfriend, Buddy, who had children. She was so eager to get it printed that the printer ran out of ink and spat a few drops of saliva on the cartridge. She watched it over and over again, stubbornly thinking that her ex-boyfriend was alive like a zombie, trapped by his wife and children. He drives a "freedom" car and has no freedom at all. She wants to help him out of his misery.
The movie was pretty boring. There is no narration, with occasional snippets of fiction inspired by reality. The camera is silently watching Mavis's every move, hanging clothes, buying ice cream, making brief phone calls, doing manicures, makeup, wearing wigs, pulling hair... a trivial collage, a life like a running account, dull, messy, unintentional to the audience Bring any poetry or pleasure.
She first met Matt, a cripple from her high school classmate. She discussed her plans with him. Go to Matt's house and listen to Matt's introduction to Bordeaux and his little dolls.
When I went to buy new clothes in West America, I did not forget to announce my plan to the waiter. The feeling of wanting to win.
Go to Buddy's house. Buddy's wife Beth went out to greet him with the baby in his arms. Adorable, Cute, said to the child with a gloomy face. Beth said that the child was like her father, and she retorted that No. I see you in there. A lot of you, in fact. Then he pulled off his own and Buddy's torn T-shirts in the 90s to create embarrassment, not wanting to be resolved by Beth's witty response.
Watching Beth's band play, Buddy was intoxicated. He could only roll his eyes unwillingly, put away his sadness, and stared at Beth on the stage fiercely. When everyone was happy, they praised the band for their wonderful performance, and stabbed a single mother by the way.
Met my cousin at the bar. Met my mom on the way. Back home, fiddled with the necklace on the lamp, rummaged through all kinds of old things, tapes, flowers, clothes. Eating and talking with parents is full of estrangement. Her father remembered her habit of scratching her hair but did not know that she was divorced, and there were still wedding photos hanging at home. She doesn't forget to remind herself about Buddy's conspiratorial parents but doesn't take it seriously.
Put on old clothes, put on old flowers, drive old car, and go to school woods with Matt. Both accuse the other of living in the past and not moving on.
At Buddy's kid's naming party, Buddy tells her to leave. She was completely heartbroken, drinking with a sullen head, accidentally bumping into Beth and splashing the wine on her clothes, as if peeling off the last bright skin of her last self-esteem. In an instant, she broke out, yelling at the festive occasion in front of everyone, all this should belong to her.
She ruined the naming party. The garage door swung open, Buddy beat the drum for Beth in excitement, and everyone fell silent.
Buddy debunks her. If Beth hadn't seen her pitifully demanding, he wouldn't have made the wrong decision to invite her as a patient.
In addition to refusing to accept the fact, she could only justify desperately that she had come all the way to this town she hated, just for him.
Not parents, not school, not cousin.
That's it. She realized she was wrong. I can only find comfort in Matt. To Sandra, his admirers cry What happens? I don't know. She didn't even bother to talk to her.
Sandra reawakens her Ah-Q-esque sense of superiority by trampling on this unbearable experience.
-M:They just grow up they are so fulfilled.
-S:I am not fulfilled.
-M:i need to change Sandra.
-S: No. you don't. You're the only person in Mercury who could write a book, or wear a dress like that. Everyone here is fat and dumb. Everyone wishes that they could be like you.
-M: Most people here seem so happy with so little. It's like they don't even seem to care what happens to them.
-S:That's because it doesn't matter what happens to them. They are nothing. Might as well die. Fuck Mercury.
-M: Thank you. I needed that. You are right. This place blows. I need to get back to Minneapolis.
You don't have to change, you are the best. We often encourage ourselves or others in this way. How free and easy and so proud that he gave up the pain of changing himself, standing in his own world and laughing at reality.
When Sandra begged Mavis to take her with him, Mavis coldly replied "You're good here".
You say I don't need to change, so what do you change?
Back at the hotel, I apologized to the dog that I ignored for a long time, checked out, took a donut covered in sugar from the front desk, drove the old car that was damaged, and went back to finish the last novel.
Ready for the world.
Life, here i come.
I quite like this plot. Very helpless attack, very ironic reality.
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