After watching "Olive Stritch" on the train, I had a wonderful feeling in my heart, a triangle, a very brave triangle.
Recently, I have come into contact with a lot of works featuring eccentric old men/old women as the protagonists. They have turned the chill of lonely travel into a paranoia. They are disciplined and responsible, but at the same time they will mercilessly shroud the shadows shrouded in their own memories. On the heads of people around you, "You are unlucky to meet me". An equilateral triangle with two feet on the ground - like the one made of Francis' nasolabial folds and pursed lips - stubborn, hard, never forgiving, no one can shake it. I'm afraid—everyone will breathe a sigh of relief when those horns disappear.
In middle age, old age, and death, do cold-eyed and mean people "see more clearly" and "live more real"? not necessarily. Instead, he is more indulged in his own world. When the people who were familiar with and tolerated her left one by one and were bumped head-on by the "children's world", they really "knew themselves". Compared with the lost youth, who can bear to watch the old man cry in the wilderness of the woods?
In the era of multi-media co-prosperity such as novels, stage plays, movies and TV series, it is not uncommon for novels with a sense of film writing, and movies with a sense of literature are constantly presented. I like the "detailed chewy" film and television works very much. They transcend the attribute of visual flash. They don't give you information, but signals, one by one recurring metaphors, flowers, dogs, stockings, and mobilize people to immerse themselves in them. , the tacit understanding of communication in "transmitting-receiving" also slows down the fast-paced pictures that pass by to a certain extent, condensing them into unique viewing memories.
Sometimes the emotions of the characters are magnified to make people feel suddenly, but the small movements inadvertently revealed seem to be familiar. Putting life on the page or screen exactly the same, I am afraid that not many people want to read it. The question is how to grasp this degree. The state of being out of tune with the world is a bit dramatic and comical in the details of the truth, the boundaries are so blurred, when people feel "how can this be so like what happened to me yesterday", with a little "drama" to you Zoom out, let you reflect, and push back to the real texture of life at a certain point that just didn't really feel "too fake". The inward force and the outward force act together, creating a vortex.
I also want to say brave.
Olive's life of open and secret stabs, written by the author, filmed by the director, played by the actors, we see, to a certain extent, because it is real enough, everyone is cruel enough; on the other hand, it is precisely because it becomes a work , everyone has also experienced reflection. What is valuable is that we added a little bit of comicality to it, not masturbation, but self-mockery. Self-mockery begins with real acceptance and understanding, and now is the ease of release. You laughed, but with tears in your eyes, which I thought was more courageous.
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