The story begins with a literary white-collar male protagonist who is inexplicably pulled into a strange band to save the scene, and develops into a big boss leading five weirdos to write songs in the countryside. It seems that all the people who play in the band are geeks, and I somehow accepted other people's character settings like the 9-to-5 male protagonist, and I still enjoy it...
If this is the end, then this The story doesn't deserve five stars.
Everything became serious from don's death.
don't commit suicide. His suicide was sudden and unexpected, especially in the midst of a utopian glee for the first twenty minutes. But put himself in his shoes, Don's suicide seems to be a kind of inevitability. don is actually a good keyboard player, but he gave up music to be a manager. Because he knows that his musical attainment is a piece of shit in front of Frank. As frank's best friend, living by frank's side, don loves him and envy him and wishes he could be him. However, every day, watching Frank sway his talents with inexhaustible resources. It is not as good as picking up the random playing of the thread by himself, modifying the music that he has held for half a year. Don knows that Frank is a genius, one in ten thousand genius. A protected and cherished genius, he did it. As an agent, he maintained a delicate balance centered on Frank, ensuring that Frank's musical talent was not limited. But in so many nights, he thought of his buried musical impulse, and under Frank's eye-catching light, he only had a long shadow behind him. God gave don the life experience that made him a great artist, psychological predicament, clear thinking, but let him meet frank, he found that the little God gave him is talent, fucking talent. This dwarfing frustration is more torment than any previous ordeal.
Both Shengyu and He Shengliang.
don committed suicide, wearing frank's hood.
clara is much cooler. She didn't care whether to please the audience from the beginning, and her love for the crowd always went the opposite way. She is the ghost cry wolf number in the music you listen to. In the first performance, Qin Du was so hot that she wanted to continue, and she was also furious because others stopped. She represents what she wants, not for the purpose of pleasing others, including the beloved frank, and the free expression of herself is the premise of everything. What fame, click-through rate, those so-called added value, she will just clapp her hands away in disgust. clara is like every rebellious period that always goes through, I don't care about any ghosts you care about, I just want to express myself, whether you like it or not, I just want to be Laozi, and I just want to be Laozi. A more terrifying ideal state, almost ignoring the idealism of the world, for love and persistence, you can draw the knife recklessly, willful to the point of recklessness, singing will be heart-wrenching, reciting songs that no one listens to, being a frank lighthouse. A near-horrible idealist, the idealist I envy.
Frank, the existence that is destined to become the focus of his appearance, his conversation, his talent, his appeal and his calmness, people can't wait to be attracted by him, like a voyeur who knows his story, his origin and his origin his hood? Why, so many why in the end was a blank, because frank is an ordinary person. Ordinary happy growth environment, harmonious parents, no stories of ups and downs and possible reasons for big heads. Objectively speaking, he may be a child, a child who is not enough to face and does not want to face the adult world. He chose to live disguised as an adult with a hood, but he didn't really grow up.
However, even Frank can't escape the original intention of any creative person, wanting others to like him.
So, he was shaken. Follow the white-collar man into the adult world, want to learn all the rules in one breath, try to make everyone like him, not hesitate to change himself, change his music, lost the previous carelessness or ignorance, his music creation is also significantly affected. This kind of preoccupation with fame drove Frank to a pathological condition, losing his self-esteem and losing himself. He was not the respected and respected leader at the beginning of the film, but was beaten back to the prototype by a stick, a hesitant child. In the end, the indifferent self could no longer support it any longer. The ugly work was an insult to his soul, and he passed out on stage.
Jon is clearly an adult with a business temperament and a deep understanding of the market and audience. He may not be able to make good works, even if he works hard, even under the leadership of a master, it is just repetition and imitation. But he knows what audiences want and what social value means. Art is just a commodity to him, getting to know frank, and finally grasping frank firmly, is precisely the source of the goods. In this team, he is a businessman.
After the loneliness, he went mad at the doubts under Frank's hood. He was full of disgust for a commodity that lost its value, no longer had the respect from the beginning, and desperately wanted to take off his hood.
Everything can be sold, your looks, your talents, your creations, your emotions, and even a deliberate sense of mystery. In this society where the explosion point is the selling point, what else can you keep. so frank why don't you take off your fucking head
they're on fire. But apart from chinchilla, who has heard their songs, who knows their musicians, who knows the name of the band. It's actually an insult to a band because I don't want you to know everything except the music. Only music is worth knowing.
But often it's not your efforts that make you famous.
I can't say it's a fully realistic movie, but it's definitely a movie with realistic symbolism.
I can't say who is one of them, but these symbols combined could be each of us.
Starting from Frank's innocence and talent, mixed with Don's jealousy and inferiority complex, with Clara's withdrawn and disdainful, but can't help being moved by Jon's interests and desires.
Talent is a gift, I dare not say that everyone has it, and I dare not say that many people do not have it, but at least there are degrees. Diligence can make you a master, but what about the innate desire to express, when you want to express the deep pain you feel at the moment through music, painting or other forms Moved by the warmth, there are always people around you who are effortless and express better than you. At this time, when you stand at a starting point, you will doubt, believe, work madly, and desperately be disappointed. There is contempt and disdain when they are recognized, and there is also a nod and bow when they are recognized and bought. If you dare to admit it, you must have thought about it.
Talent? ability? form? style? Will other people like me? How important is it that others like me? Will I be famous? Will people remember me? Is it bad to make money with this?
Then, frank don clara jon hand in hand stands in front of you, shaking with their crazy music.
When I was young, I washed my face in tears with my friends blowing the north wind countless times, and naively explored these self-profound questions. Later, I also comforted other literary and artistic youths countless times not to worry too much about these later troubles and the exchange of value, and even shattered one or two crisp dreams when they were inadvertent.
Now, I live in the fields of fire, rice, oil and salt, catching Line 3 at 8:09 every day. I'm a coward. After all, I can't afford to have the opportunity to eat what I love, but others may have the opportunity. Dreaming of this thing is too scorching to be extinguished.
At the end of the movie, Jon leaves. Leave them a bunch of dreamers who have no commercial value, are not likeable, or are unwilling to please the audience. It's an idealistic ending, like a dream that never ends, a happy forever.
"I'm sure this band, whether they realize it or not, is going to be a great band"
matters?
Just express.
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