The movie is based on the novel "There Are Monsters".
A group of shy little monsters are active at night, sleep during the day, rummage through the trash, and secretly steal things that people don't want, um, people's house numbers and so on, they will also steal them, that's the kind of little monsters.
The synopsis will not be repeated.
The residents of the Cheese Bridge, and the Box Monsters under the Cheese Bridge, are like two sides of a human being.
Box monsters are just shy, stealing, good at making things, and good at playing with bugs.
When watching a movie, the box monsters are active and active, and stealing other people's things is also very dynamic, but when they are caught by the red hats, they will only shrink in the box one by one. This kind of picture suddenly reminds people of Lu Xun.
"Mourning for his misfortune, anger for indifference."
This is probably the feeling.
I am not so angry with the villains in it, but I feel the same way about the "indisputableness" of these box monsters. Where has the energy to mess up? Why don't you resist? How come to the point of being hunted and only curl up and curl up in the corner? Even after being chased out and killed, you still put your limbs and head in the box, what are you waiting for?
Fortunately, it's an enjoyable animation. (Spoilers are not good. See the details for yourself.)
Everyone is a "vulnerable group".
The residents of Cheese Bridge are mainly ordinary residents who are frightened by rumors of monsters, nobles who love to eat cheese every day, and red hats who work hard to do bad things (making rumors, catching box monsters) for their dreams.
I don’t know if the original intention of the creators of the movie was to let the characters in the movie refer to certain groups, certain kinds of abuses, or to use movies to address the current shortcomings, but the audience saw such characters and such stories, so Feeling.
For the sake of power, status, and honor, the boss of the red hat planned a conspiracy and spared no effort to catch the Box Monster, but he was allergic to cheese. His dream of getting a white hat and joining other white hats to taste cheese to the "great" event is quite inspiring, a model of a broken body, a tough heart, and a broken heart.
Fascinated by cheese, proud of his white hat (which is a symbol of power, like a monkey's crown), not very concerned about his daughter, and ate cheese with his friends, chatting and spanking Mr. Lord and his friends , woman, cheese, that's everything. If your daughter has any requests or questions, you don't need to listen to it at all. In short, this is an adult who works so hard that even his daughter can eat cheese and taste cheese. Other adults also like cheese.
The inhabitants of the town are the people who were frightened by the rumors of box monsters eating people, they were the ones who clamored to destroy the box monsters and executed them, and they were the ones who could live in harmony with the box monsters in the end (yes, this is the spoiler) ), in general, it’s just the look of being incited to destroy you and destroying you, plus the box monster eating people is so scary and scary, I’m so scared, so the two faces are more obvious.
As for the protagonist, it is a protagonist who communicates on both sides of the ground and underground. It is a spoiler, so I won't introduce it. Anyway, what I paid attention to after watching it was not the protagonist, but the cute red hat and the fish.
I'm falling asleep, I don't know what I'm typing. Lalo.
Let’s talk about afterthought. Purely personal bias.
A cliché: Human beings are like this, white toothpaste squeezed out a lump of black, continued squeezing, and squeezed out white again, thinking that you could brush your teeth well, but ended up squeezing out black again. I don't know if the manufacturer has added something strange, so the black and white toothpaste is natural or it is inevitable that the dust from the outside will run into the toothpaste bag that can't be sealed forever.
Continue the cliché: Human beings are contradictory creatures. He can be very good and make you melt, or he can be very bad, melt you, and not even a little good slag is left.
Living in this society, one quarter of one's life has passed by accident, and if one is not careful, the whole life can be over. Sometimes I get moved, occasionally I hate it, sometimes I feel hopeless or confused, etc. The rest of the time, I don’t know it, I get used to it and it’s over.
Sometimes I think: What kind of creature is a human being? Why is our society like this? Why is everyone different? (In other words, why are some people like this? + Contempt tone. Some people are like this? + Surprised tone)
Well, these questions are too big, so back to myself - what kind of creature am I? What kind of person am I? What do I hate about myself? Where do I like myself? What are the more optimistic aspects? What else makes me feel discouraged or even hopeless?
I'm used to following the crowd "unconsciously", accustomed to pursuing what everyone pursues, accustomed to obeying what everyone listens to, and accustomed to doing what everyone thinks should be done. These little questions about myself gradually feel like I'm thinking about it. tired.
In such a small movie, each character in it has its own characteristics, good or bad, but it is just the color that the plot needs to give. It is our turn, what kind of people are we?
In general terms, people are good and bad. But exhausting all the good and bad is a huge project for individuals, and it is even more difficult to find out what is relevant to oneself. Although it is said that people are not black and white, gray people do not need and possess every trait. Tucao, now it seems that "getting to the bottom of it" has become a bad and bad trait, can people know everything? If you can't, why should you know? Such logic seems to occupy all the high ground in the eye.
Despite this, man's knowledge of himself is still vague. I seem to have this bad and that good, so what exactly am I? Good or bad? The question starts here and can go on and on.
One cannot endlessly ask questions, nor endlessly do anything, except, live endlessly until the bell rings. No end always makes things sour. So jump out in time.
People are complex. I am complicated myself. Not because of the complexity I encountered or the complexity of what I thought, but because of the ever-changing environment, although I learned some "unchangeable laws", my coping and my performance made me a complex person. In such a world, how precious is it not to forget the original intention? How cherished is persistence? Well, there's another problem with holding on - what if holding on is wrong?
Because of different encounters, different inheritances from our predecessors, and our own choices at different stages, we have become different people, and we have different kinds of people that are applicable in some cases and not applicable in other cases. a trait. Don't deny that there is a gap between such differences. We don't know which kind of person is the best, but we must know which ones are relatively worse, because these people have not kept some of the bottom lines that we have recognized— - For example, those who violate the liberty, property and life of others.
But the good and bad of the real society is this - it is diverse. Here, you will see various gray areas that are not perfect and not clearly defined. In such an environment and under such influence, how much of what you are willing to insist on have you maintained? How much have you lost that you once held dear? Not to mention that in the eyes of others, such changes and observations will bring greater distortion.
Serious afterthought:
Human beings are so complicated, and society is a reality, not a fairy tale, so work harder to become the person you want to become, cherish those worthy of cherishment, and maintain a heart of awe, Be humble enough to become a better person.
Hahaha, good or bad, of course, it's up to you, who can understand another person? Who can judge another person lightly?
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