I recently rewatched Mr. Bean, and I still remember how many times I watched this show as a child. Watching it again today, although I am still laughing and laughing, the difference is that after laughing, there is a sense of loneliness. The feeling of loneliness is that Mr. Bean is too lonely. In the film, Mr. Bean is always working alone, sleeping alone, seeing a doctor, shopping alone, going to restaurants, going to the playground alone, and even spending the New Year alone. He seems to be running everything by himself, and the only one who can accompany him all the time is the silent teddy bear toy, and the unchanging all-day dress, nothing else. So he always makes trouble on trivial matters, making fun of passersby, making fun of friends, and teasing neighbors. It seems that only in this way can I have something to do, let my loneliness have a flowing outlet, and build a bridge with the world of others. In the past, Mr. Bean was very happy, and reckless and unlucky encounters were a good medicine for dispelling unhappiness, but when I have a general understanding of life, I re-read the old stories. Those who were only used as jokes before are now gone. It will slowly connect with itself and have some resonance, which is some insights into the world after the experience. This insight allows me to see other people's stories, and what I can experience is no longer the story maker's own thoughts and what he wants to express, but also the perspective that has been plasticized. So in the last episode, when Mr. Bean gets on the train to Moscow, the laughter fades, the subtitles rise, and the loneliness creeps in.
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