The wheat field undulates with the wind, and highways crisscross. A 73-year-old man with a pitiful lawn mower takes a journey of life from Iowa to Wisconsin and across the Mississippi River.
The pure starlight under the deep night, is this scene only flashing in your childhood memory? The starry sky under Lynch’s lens also belongs to the childhood in his dream, when Streit would look up with his brother.
The melodious violin sound brought by the classical guitar is the first time that Lynch has not spared the beauty of music so much. Time is like a song, let the ears accustomed to the noise return to the original comfort.
The scenery of the weeder all the way, the morning sun, the lightning and thunder, the mountains and rivers, the wilderness and the countryside, the spreading golden color, the diffuse starry night, the hazy and poetic, the impression is picturesque, the road slowly pushing the mirror is dizzy, slowly shaking To the far side of the sky is empty.
Perhaps the dialogue in the film is a little plain, but it fits the life of the elderly. It is either endlessly chattering or taciturn, for a short period of time, and for a while to fall into contemplation. Looking at time with the mind of an old man, plainness is so precious.
Life has never lost the beautiful side, and will always wait for the lost us at a short turn, until finally we return to our childhood and return to the beginning, seeing the long-lost starlight, even if it is full of wrinkles.
I walked slowly and stopped to ask, and passed by Xiang Gu Yiran. The hard work along the way is a taste and joy. Ruth is hopelessly waiting for the child who will not return, and the mentally retarded mother's mind is moved by the rainstorm and lightning.
Stritt drove a lawn mower that was slower than walks to visit his brother who had not had a stroke for ten years. The discord in life, the so-called senseless self-esteem, compared to the connection of life, will be at another starting point in life. At that time it looked so pale.
This is family affection, just like the love in Yeats's poems, feelings are always in the process of ups and downs. When there is no life bearing and weight, a money is worthless, and the experience and loss of life will make people die without fear. Stritt's long journey has the power of life.
The unmarried girl who became pregnant, went on the road, escaping from the one who loved herself. Stitt told her about the solidity and warmth of a bundle of branches. Home is the bundle of branches. The girl left branches and hopes for herself.
The woman who killed the 13th deer left hysterically, and Streit silently roasted the venison and stuck the antlers on the trailer. Lynch remained restrained in the only violence. There was no trace of blood on the ground. Although life and death were helpless, they could be viewed again.
Forget Lynch’s nightmare and dilemma. If you remember the evil of "Blue Velvet" and the blur of "Mulholland", then please believe that it is just Lynch’s painstaking effort and some kind of metaphor. The softness of his heart is already at this moment. Nothing to add.
Stitt told the cyclist that the cruelty of life is when you are old but you remember the way you were when you were young. The beauty of life is that you can finally distinguish between wheat grains and husks. It's like leaving good memories, bad ones will definitely be forgotten, that's all.
The kind man who helped repair the lawn mower secretly sent away Stritt in the morning light by the window. He saw the back of an old man; during the bargaining with the repairman brothers, Stritt said what was in the heart of an old man.
He said that no one in this world knows you better than the brothers who grew up together, and no one knows him better than you. He just wanted to look at the stars in the sky with him like before, chat slowly until he fell asleep.
Stritt and the World War II veterans, the past can not bear to look back, the pain is still clear although long, time seems weak and weak at this moment. Stritt, who was back on the road, chose to stay on the side of the cemetery, and his life was just moving from one starting point to another.
Richard Farnsworth, the actor of Streit, is now in his twilight years. This role infused with his life brought him an Oscar nomination, but he did not win. Maybe people don’t know. What makes him superb is his acting skills or himself.
In the old age of an actor, it is no regrets to get such a role and look back at life. In 2000, the second year after the film was completed, Farnsworth chose to commit suicide by drinking a bomb. It was not so much to get rid of the pain, but to say that he had no regrets in his life.
Finally I saw my brother, an older man, and the moment the two old men met, time seemed to stand still, staying forever. Without much words, my brother pointed to the lawn mower and asked, you came here to see me, my brother said, yes, Lyle.
As a result, Stritt and his brother went back to the past. The eyes of the two old men were not only shining with tears, but also with the same air. They saw the starry sky and saw two innocent children looking up.
What have we seen, have we also seen our childhood, the starry sky we once looked up to. Have we seen it a long time later, we have seen our childhood and the starry sky we once looked up to? That is a starting point, like a circle.
David Lynch uses such a circle to explain a person's life, home is the only destination, family love is so beautiful. My dear, let us grow old together, brothers, let us go back to the past.
Attachment: Yeats "When You Are
Old " When you are old, gray-haired, drowsy, and dozing in front of
the stove, please take down this poem and
recite slowly, dreaming of
the soft light and soft light of your eyes back then The faint vignetting;
how many people pretend to be true, have loved your beauty,
loved your joyful and charming youth, and
only one has loved the soul of your pilgrim,
loved the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
when you rickety Now, by the hot grate,
you will whisper gently, with a trace of sadness, the
lost love, and now you have stepped up the mountain,
burying its beauty in the dense cluster of stars.
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