After watching "London Life", I couldn't restrain myself from venting my emotions. I really wanted to find a way to express myself that was not so self-mutilating. Finally, I thought of writing, so next, I put all my emotions or talk about feelings The purpose of showing it is to pay homage. As for the name of the object of the memorial, I don't care too much.
Like many people, from the very beginning of this show, I was attracted by its unique shooting style, and by the eye-catching "sex and humor", but at first I never thought that what came from behind the humor was Deep despair and helplessness.
The heroine will habitually destroy everything she originally had, such as a boyfriend who loves her, a good sister, and a warm father. However, in fact, all these things did not exist in the first place and they were never harmonious, only However, everyone except the heroine has carefully maintained the surface peace. They have always followed the rules, the rules of life, in other words, they just put on a mask: the father loves the stepmother and is also controlled by the stepmother. The captive, the elder sister is always bound by the fake family. It seems that only the heroine is the most enjoyable, but in fact, only she is caught in the deepest quagmire.
For a long time, I wanted to spend myself like the heroine, or consume myself like crazy, but I never dared to step in this direction, but the result seemed to be the same as the heroine-the heroine's life was a mess, and so was mine.
Suddenly I think of the Czech new wave movie "Daisy". The film presents a crazy story of two crazy girls. At the end of the film, there is a line like this: Dedicated to you whose life is a mess.
Czech film "Daisy"
Honestly, I feel like I see another "bold" version of myself in her, even if just as emptiness as I am now, and emptiness too big to fill.
In the fifth episode, I almost thought the heroine was about to welcome the good, until the stepmother gave her a slap.
Then I suddenly understood that she couldn't have a better life, because her instincts did not allow her, and neither did everything around her.
Maybe I'm always just a pessimist full of fallacies, but honestly, I think my sister is like my father, my father can never rely on my stepmother, and my sister can never rely on the family, so the ending is doomed to pale.
I shed like a liter of tears in the season finale episode, not sure why.
The heroine is undoubtedly a dead green tea, a bit like Bojack but certainly not like BJ is rich after all.
She fell in love with the most beloved boyfriend of her favorite girlfriend, and then her girlfriend died indirectly because of her.
In the end, she had nothing left, and the guinea pig left by her girlfriend stayed with her, and the guinea pig ate away her hope little by little.
Probably many people, like me, were waiting for the heroine to break out, or wait for her to disappear into the road, but she didn't have anything.
At the end of the credits, the person who had rejected it ended up bringing her Su Sheng, so will her life be a little easier in the future?
Who knows ?
The screenwriter is also the heroine, and I really don't know what kind of emotions she has in her performance.
Will our lives get better? Our lives are bound to get better.
Anyway, that's how I lied to myself.
"Life is an empty gluttonous glutton that ruthlessly devoured her abundant flesh and blood, with a comb-like camouflage smile facing upwards, and the bones are thick."
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