I watched the film on the train, and it was already night when the ending credits were over. When the boss told the young, smug, homecoming Charlie the unfortunate news on the train, his train roared into the track, and at the same time my train entered the track, but it did not roar.
The enemies of the greatest people in history actually have and only time. I cried twice while watching this movie, once when Chaplin finished his dress and put himself in the wedding performance, and once when everything was over. Oscar went with his highest honor. When chaplin was crowned.
Strangely speaking, the sorrows and joys of my peers can't attract my tears. On the contrary, these crowns that gradually fall in the quagmire of time often make my sadness part of the droplets flowing in my eyes. So many great people have accomplished so many great things. Alexander and Napoleon wrote themselves in history books. Modern art made themselves a part of the screen and the Internet. They all live like this, even if they have died like this. .
Sometimes I think that it is not only them who are struggling in the mire, but the world is also the same. This kind of biopic is too easy for people to look at time too fast. These sharp points of life move as a mutual choice in human communication. People who come and go enter and leave the lives of people around them, after birth. Death, born after death.
Sometimes I think, what do the dead people leave behind? Not the people who were taken away by time, but the people who had to go in order to escape time. She left time behind, turned herself into the fear in the eyes of people who knew her story in the past, and turned herself into the liquid in the brains of the people whose love she had embedded in her body in the past, and so on. When many death days are gradually mentioned by people, they become fragments of those death days, and they are deconstructed by things like George or Fellini while they are on the move. They are telling a fictitious story, and all the details about life become unreal—
I watched the film on the train, and it was already night when the ending credits were over. When the boss told the young, smug, homecoming Charlie the unfortunate news on the train, his train roared into the track, and at the same time my train entered the track, but it never roared.
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