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I will grow old, when we find that youth is a memory
Jerrell 2022-03-25 09:01:09
David Lynch's rare warm film. The whole film is like a glass of boiled water, but there is a mellow fragrance in my heart after drinking it. For the sake of my brother whom I haven't seen in ten years, I drove a lawnmower across the state to meet each other alone. What I wanted to save was not only my family, but also my firmness in life. The film slowly unfolds the protagonist's life story through the people he meets along the way, and the protagonist only opens up his heart to communicate with young people and peers, so the phrase the worst part of being old is in the film remembering when you was young will be more meaningful. The whole film hit me in two places, one was the memory of the war when I was drinking with my peers at the bar, and the other was the call and answer between brothers after arriving at the destination and sitting down together, that kind of past is hidden in my heart. The sentimentality is too shocking. The soundtrack of the film is very simple, and it is particularly well combined with the introverted emotional appeal of the whole film. When I was young, I really couldn’t imagine what I would be like when I was old. What I did was right, what was wrong, what I should grasp, and what I should cherish, so looking at the life of the elderly will always give young people a little inspiration. This is one of the reasons why I recommend this film.
Extended Reading
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Alvin Straight: Well, they may be mad. I don't think they're mad enough to want to lose you, or your little problem.
Crystal: I don't know about that.
Alvin Straight: Well, of course, neither do I, but a warm bed and a roof sounds a mite better than eating a hot dog on a stick with an old geezer that's travelling on a lawnmower.
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Alvin Straight: Can I help you, lady?
Deer Woman: No, you can't help me. No one can help me. I've tried driving with my lights on, I've tried sounding my horn, I scream out the window, I-I roll the window down and bang on the side of the door and play Public Enemy real loud! I have prayed to St. Francis of Assisi, St. Christopher too-what the heck! I've tried everything a person can do, and still, every week, I plow into at least one deer! I have hit thirteen deer in seven weeks driving down this road, mister! And I have to drive down this road! Every day, forty miles back and forth to work! I have to drive to work, and I have to drive home!
[she looks at the open fields around her]
Deer Woman: ...Where do they come from?
[she kneels down and checks the deer's pulse]
Deer Woman: He's dead.
[she walks back towards her car]
Deer Woman: And I love deer!
[she gets in her car and drives off]