And the truth is, when I burst into tears and then burst into laughter, I knew that this movie was something I would remember for the rest of my life.
When looking at other movie reviews, we always see words like "nice ending" and "unexpected ending".
And the beginning of Struck by Lightning is the end. It saves you the time to guess the plot and relaxes your mind of guessing the ending. It slowly walks up to you with a cup of coffee and tells you, "Enjoy the show"
because this is a story with only a process.
["In what grade do we stop believing in ourselves?" (from what grade do we start doubting ourselves?)
"What grade do we just stop believing period?" (from grade again, our entire year of faith end?)]
Do you remember the dream you once said? the scientist? painter? singer? writer? No matter what, the most important thing is, do you remember the emotions in your heart when you said those words?
Can you still talk about that dream with that emotion now?
No, you dare not, because it would be foolish for someone over the age of 18 to express their dreams.
I remember when I was sad because of something, my mother always comforted me like this---"Don't be sad, this difficulty is nothing, and there will be more difficulties waiting for you in the future.
" People want to simply use the quilt to cover their own comfort.
We have been raised with this kind of education since childhood. "Don't stand too high, because it will hurt to fall." "Don't have too many dreams, because the reality is cruel." "Oh, my God, you are in sixth grade, not kindergarten, how can you still imagine that you can get it Nobel Prize."
People always feel that it is the best way to survive that they should face reality early. But you know what? Without goals or dreams. Isn't a life worth living.
When chatting with a friend, the friend casually said, "Do you know? XXX went to study media, I really don't understand her, the media is better than you Art is even more unreliable."
At that time, I smiled and nodded slightly, and after that, I never said a word to that friend.
Sometimes, I am too stubborn.
I believe that one day people will start to praise my paintings from the bottom of their hearts.
As Carson said in the movie "I mean, someone has to be a nobel peace winner. Someone has to be a ballenina. Why not us?" (I mean, someone has to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner, Like there's always someone going to be a ballerina. Why not us?)
Actually, in a way, the film has an ending.
The former Carson, with clear goals, wanted to write for The New Yorker and become a well-known reporter.
He started a literature club and a magazine, just thinking about applying to the university he wanted to go to and leaving this limited town, And never look back.
No one around understood him.
His mother had a failed life. Dare not to pursue happiness, drink all day long and lethargic.
His grandmother, always his loyal reader. Read every one of his stories---Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to fly.
I think he was a little depressed, even cynical.
But when the end result is that all efforts are in vain. Carson murmured suddenly, "I've never seen the sea."
So he drove to the seaside, the sunset on the seaside outlined his back, I couldn't see his face.
I secretly wondered if he would cry.
But he didn't cry, maybe he thought of a story in those days sitting still by the sea.
He added that story to his obscure magazine.
He began to affirm his process of chasing his dreams.
A gentle smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then a flash of lightning struck the sky.
His body was found in the parking lot three days later.
One day, his mother read that story like his grandmother.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who flew.
I believe this is the end of this process-only story.
In fact, Carson in the film is really very similar to his actor CC (Criss Colfer).
They are also at the bottom of the pyramid in school, they are also bullied, they also have their own dreams, and they also insist on working hard for their dreams.
Tears welled up as I watched. Because I know, this is not a fictional story. This is CC deduced in another way.
From reading other people's reviews, I knew this was going to be a movie that would bring tears to my eyes. But when I saw the end of the show, even though the tears were still flowing, I grinned.
Because there was a boy who flew.
Life comes at you fast, it runs though your body. And tries to escape. And be expressed in any way possible. It's a lot like lightning. your) whole body, in a fleeting moment, trying to bloom with all its might, like, a flash of lightning.
Carson did it.
CC did it.
So what about you, when you face this real society, should you ask yourself, why not me? Or
should you let your life bloom like lightning.
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