Where is the hell

Lonzo 2022-09-17 16:52:30

People who like music, no music is hell for him. People who like money, no money is hell for him, people who are deeply in love, hell for him without love, like anything but nothing, this world is hell for him. Do people really need so many things to satisfy themselves? What if they are dull or not, what are they serious or not, what are they lost or not? . . . . .

I saw the trailer for this film a long time ago, and I paid attention to it because it was a musical, but the major film critics didn’t think highly of this film adapted from a real story. In fact, if I watched the whole film, if it weren’t There is music interspersed, I can really watch and fall asleep, but Na Thrall’s magical skills have problems of this kind, the whole film has been emphasizing that problem, and I don’t know whether it is a musical or a biopic or a documentary. Finally it has become inexplicable.

Maybe the filming is too real, so I don’t feel like it very much. Reality is happening around us. We don’t need to spend money to see how cruel reality is. Movies, please give us a dream.

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  • [last lines]

    Steve Lopez: "Points West" by Steve Lopez. A year ago, I met a man who was down on his luck and thought I might be able to help him. I don't know that I have. Yes, my friend Mr. Ayers now sleeps inside. He has a key. He has a bed. But his mental state and his well-being, are as precarious now as they were the day we met. There are people who tell me I've helped him. Mental health experts who say that the simple act of being someone's friend can change his brain chemistry, improve his functioning in the world. I can't speak for Mr. Ayers in that regard. Maybe our friendship has helped him. But maybe not. I can, however, speak for myself. I can tell you that by witnessing Mr. Ayers's courage, his humility, his faith in the power of his art, I've learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in, of holding onto it. Above all else, of believing, without question, that it will carry you home.

  • [first lines]

    Construction Worker: [greeting his co-workers] Buen dia, muchachos.

    Steve Lopez: [narrating] "Points West" by Steve Lopez. A construction worker in Griffith Park heard the

    Steve Lopez: [swerving his bicycle to avoid a raccoon] Hey!

    Steve Lopez: [continuing narration] He saw a cyclist cartwheel off his bike and slam face-first into the unforgiving asphalt of Riverside Drive.