In terms of form and content, this film is similar to Haruki Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", but unfortunately, compared with books, this film is relatively weak. The film begins with an outdated actor who is bound by complex audience opinions and company manipulation and cannot help himself. Faced with the helpless reality and the tragic forced choice, human beings lead them into a self-deceiving spiritual fantasy world through digital technology. And "Kafka on the Shore" adopts a magical and absurd approach from the standpoint of a fifteen-year-old teenager who is in adolescence, quietly introducing us into the questioning and discussion of life and the world. At the end of the story, the protagonist Kafka Trying to escape into the beautiful forest created by self-consciousness...
This attitude of blindly indulging in entertainment hallucinations reminds me of Neil Postman's "Entertainment to Death", a book about the American culture in the second half of the 20th century. Inquiry and mourning for the most significant changes, television provides us with programs, instead of us choosing to watch the vision and the direction of thinking, in the extreme joy people also begin to lose self-consciousness and successive anxiety and confusion. Both "Futurology Conference" and "Entertainment to Death" conveyed and implied to me that human beings will eventually be destroyed in the supreme entertainment created by the media, willingly and unable to extricate themselves.
What I personally think is not good is that the film exposes the portrayal of reality and illusion for us: the desolation and barrenness of reality and the inability of fate; the subjective control of illusion and the sense of private happiness. But it doesn't give us a way out. The ending throws out that the heroine took hallucinogenic drugs and finally found his most important son in the spiritual world. In my analysis, I only got the doctrine of doing what I want, and then after it brought me a series of mental disturbances, it set me Regardless. Therefore, I prefer the final shock of "Kafka on the Shore". After countless absurdity and anomalies, I still have to face all the known and unknown truths of the world soberly and openly. Pain is the way to prove our existence, the unknown and waiting of life are the driving force for our existence in the world, and no brilliant illusion can make me dispel my fascination with reality.
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