When people ask me what my favorite movie is, my answer has always been "Myth." Looking back, it has been twelve years since the first time I saw it in 2005. I really don't know how many years have passed since the last time I saw it, so I feel that the things I once liked again, as the age grows, the situation changes. The change will gradually blur in the heart, leaving only a mark in the end.
Today, I found it on the Internet and watched it again. I was lucky to watch the full version, which is the same as it was 12 years ago. Whether or not a movie can touch people's hearts is hard to let go of, and to a large extent depends on the environment and mood of the audience when they watch the movie. Mythology was a mixed bag, but for me it was a favorite, maybe because it hit my soul just right at that moment. Over the years, what I have missed immensely is probably the feeling that the physical and mental state and the plot of the movie when I watched "Myth" were intertwined and could not be separated.
In the winter of 2005, I was at home alone during the winter vacation. In the dim living room, the numbers displayed by the LED lights on the old DVD were the only light in the room. During those two hours, apart from the film, I didn't seem to feel the existence around me. That was probably the only time in my life so far that I was completely in the movie, until the ending song of the aftermath, until the easter egg "Endless Love", until the TV blue screen after the broadcast. I have to say, fortunately, my mother didn't come home from get off work until an hour after watching the film, otherwise I might not have had the resonance of my soul this time.
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