Although I knew from the beginning that this story was about AD, and the development of the story was all to be expected, but it was all so natural that it was scary and heartache. Unlike the life that cancer took away, the memory that was taken away made me slowly forget myself. I remember the article I read before discussing the philosophical question of what exactly is me, the body composed of these molecules, or the mental perception, or all the memories of life. I think the most important thing that constitutes me is the past. Stringing them together becomes my current self, but AD has cut these threads, and the beads of memory are scattered all over the place. What, like this, disappears little by little, little by little, leaving only the box of memory, riddled with holes. Memory is like an hourglass, time is passing, so is memory, a little bit makes you forget who you are.
The movie reminded me of my grandfather when I was young, when I was very young and didn't know what AD was. I live far away from my grandfather, and I'm not close, but every time I find that his eyes are empty, and he asks things again and again, he gradually forgets who is who, and sometimes he will hold my hand and say why not work today. , The last words are few, just eat silently, can't answer any questions asked, just nod and shake his head, and sometimes become very stubborn.
I still remember that my father originally said that he wanted grandpa to go out for more walks and to exercise more. I remember that one time when I went out for a walk, my grandfather got lost, and the whole family was frightened and frantically looking for it. Name card. I didn’t understand it when I was a child, thinking that this is old age. Maybe the unlucky old people will become like this, but I don’t even know that this is actually a disease.
Thinking about it now, the grandfather in my memory is the grandfather who has been with AD all the time. After watching this movie, it reminds me of my childhood, and I didn't care about him. I think if all this is what he experienced, and all With me, but I didn't know it at the time, and it was heartbreaking.
Give my thoughts to the deceased old man. Although your memory is taken away by time, the memory you left for me will be beautifully preserved in the box of my memory...
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