Above is the poster for Life in London. A disheveled woman with tears in her eyes walks on the street at dawn. When I looked at this poster, I only felt that she had just experienced a catastrophe of life and death, so I forced me to find an adjective that was "miserable". Not sure how to hook up with comedy. But I read all kinds of Amway on Weibo: happy to comedy, full marks for the heroine's ability to complain, the thin version of the small chest version of max, the three sentences are inseparable from the meat jokes... Then I watched happily. After reading it: You are paralyzed. Hi your mom. —————————————————— At the beginning, the heroine had an appointment with the hero, and the backdoor plot with the handsome guy was intense. Walking on the road, I feel that the fat guy is attracted by me, and I go to apply for a loan to seduce the examiner, and I am confident that my ex-boyfriend will find me to reconcile with me... At a clear moment, I feel that I am "attractive" The narcissistic image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The heroine's life is: I might as well die if I don't have sex. Being poor, the store is about to close, a friend died, the family broke up, and I broke up with my ex, and I'm still a charming little slut who can catch a good child anytime, anywhere. But after liberating the body and going deep into the soul, he will still answer "yeah" to "Are you lonely?" Yes, lonely. A kind of loneliness that can only be found by making love constantly.
I wanted to ask my sister to borrow money, but I was too proud to say it. Rejecting her sister's kindness for a second, she shrugged her shoulders uselessly. Then I calmly told the driver about the death of my friend in the taxi late at night. Homeless to find his remarried father. I told my father the truth with red eyes: I know that I am greedy and selfish, and I am a rotten person. I thought it would be a happy ending for father and daughter to embrace each other. But in exchange for the father: you follow your mother. I'll take a taxi for you. A second of embarrassment, ok, fine, wipe away the tears, I have to laugh, this world really forces people to be humorous. —————————————————— I thought the date of the date fell in love with me, but the other party said that I only understood my true heart after the date with you. I am hard on your little chest. No getting up, I'm going to find my big boobs true love. I thought that ex would reunite with me this time, but I met ex at the exhibition holding his new girlfriend and said: I don't want the things left in your house. Do whatever you want. I thought my sister would break up with my brother-in-law who kissed her after she was drunk, and flew away to Finland, but I didn't expect my sister-in-law to reconcile, and my sister said: You have sex with your best friend boyfriend, and your friend died. can i trust you? I thought that eating things on the ground with my father in the kitchen would ease the relationship with my father, but when I needed comfort, my father still said: She (stepmother) is here, you shouldn't stay here. Then there was that scene, crying and wearing eye makeup and walking on the streets of dawn. All the comedy effects are just pretending to be pointless for myself, as if I am happy and cool, and I am not the loser who killed my friend. The last sarcastic echo, relatives and friends closed the door of their hearts to themselves. Only the reviewer who called her slut pushed the door in. A sentence "Are you ok?" easily pierces all the pretense, and under the surface of comedy is the deepest sadness.
Everyone is more or less like that, but they never talk about it, and I'm totally alone. It's not fucking funny at all.
Think you're funny? No, the essence of life is mourning. Smile and laugh and you think it's true until the world slaps you hard. Then cry and cry, expecting a stranger to tell you that people make mistakes, so pencils need an eraser. Since it has been so sad, then everyone smiled. Maybe an eraser, you say. —————————————————————
I watched another British drama called "Crashing" before watching "London Life". It tells the story of seven people in a shared house, a love triangle, a gay couple, and a twilight love. The heroine is the one in the love triangle who wants to intervene with others. Coincidentally, it is the same actor as "London Life". At the same time, the actress is also the screenwriter of "London Life".
Phoebe Waller-Bridge Coincidentally, the two heroines look alike. In the same way, my own life is messed up, and I have to mess up the lives of others. Confused, accomplishing nothing, being cheap, brainless, absurd, funny, annoying... So I doubt that the screenwriter of "Love and Confusion" may also have this small-chested version of max.
From "Uncle Cinderella" to "Crazy Love" to "London Life", British comedies are more and more fond of telling the life of despair. No fixed job, no savings, fat and out of shape, unable to handle one's own feelings... The whole life is a mess, which is completely a portrayal of "loser" in the eyes of others in contemporary society. We love to watch Upper East Side life like Gossip Girl, but that's not us, we never position ourselves as winners in life. We call ourselves Diaosi and we call ourselves losers. Even as mediocre as they were in the play, nothing was accomplished. Cycle of being hurt and then hurting others. The loneliness in life cannot be driven away, but at least there is always one thing that makes you feel better. The nephew in the uncle, the stranger who calls you slut, is it you or me or him. So, live your life well.
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