I have watched this movie twice, once in the English class in the first year of junior high school, and once in the evening after the Ph.D. defense.
The first time I watched it, I was ignorant and watched a lively movie. I didn't know that it was the movie that was just released that year.
When I saw it for the second time, I wanted to recall the fragments in my memory, and wanted to glimpse into the distance that could not be reached during the epidemic.
After fifteen and a half years, many details can still be remembered. For example, the exaggerated Turkish style of the former governor of California and his baths; for example, people from the Royal Academy of Sciences said: thank god we own India; for example, when Fogg went to San Francisco, he was excited to say that this is the most prosperous city in the world, such as homeless people. After his dark cheese, he changed his expression from excitement to loss for a second.
There are also some details that were not paid attention to before. The original impressionist studio broke into France. The head of the soldiers who made trouble in China was played by Daniel Wu. Jackie Chan’s eldest brother was Sammo Hung, and the two Wright brothers made their first flight in North Carolina. The people actually appeared in the desert of Texas, how facialized the villain Karen Mok is, and Fogg sighed with emotion after seventy-nine days and one hour, I saw the world.
I never thought about how much this movie had influenced me. But after revisiting it fifteen years later, I have to admit that it, and everything I have been exposed to during the three years of junior high school, has a subtle influence on me. At that time, our school established an English experimental class. The head teacher was a very Western-style English teacher. He often shared foreign movies and music with us. In my junior high school three years, I spent listening to the West Side Boys, watching Harry Potter and the five major leagues. At the age of thirteenth and fourteenth, it should also be the age when I began to be curious about the outside world. With these cultural influences, I was very eager to study abroad in the future. It's just that the goal at the beginning was Britain. Later, I learned that the tuition fees in the UK are expensive. Then I turned my goal to the United States and Germany. Later, because I didn't want to learn German, I applied for all schools in the United States. I remember when I was just a senior, my classmates asked me why I wanted to go abroad. I remember I thought about it for a long time and said that I felt like I had to go out, no matter what major I studied.
Then I took the G, T, and applied for school. After I arrived in the United States, I finished my master's degree and then finished my Ph.D. for six years. Maybe it’s because American culture was not my original intention, maybe because of my age. Now I want to stay abroad more because of academics, and I forgot my original intention to go abroad to appreciate Western culture. But it is not necessary to say that you return to your original intention. After all, it was just a dream when I was young, and in the process of pursuing dreams for so many years, I also know that the world I see is not the world I imagined. What I have been pursuing is more of a sense of novelty that reality cannot give. But now that I have seen the world, I can tell myself when I was young.
The end of a journey is often the beginning of another journey. The recent unsatisfactory looking for a teaching position makes me feel a sense of drift. There are still two years to come, but the next stop in my life is still up in the air. Where will you work? When will you meet that person in your life? The travel of Fogg and Passpartout has a clear goal: travel around. Depart from London and return to London. If you look down on this journey in the cosmic space, then it's just a circle drawn. But if you add the time axis, it is obvious that this trip is not a closed loop, but a spiral curve. The London they came back to was not the London 80 days ago. The ones who returned to London were not the same as those 80 days ago. I know what my goal is, but if it is expressed in the form of coordinates: (destination, time), the answer is unknown. Look, compared to the real life, the movie is still simple.
Going back to the movie itself, it is wonderful, but it can only be regarded as a regular Hollywood movie. Compared with movies more than ten years later, I still like this kind of just right sense of rules. I have watched far fewer movies in the last two years, but the new movies released always make people feel lackluster. Either it is too muscular (Marvel, I am talking about you), or too deliberate (sadly that Quentin, which I like, is getting more and more like this), or it is too horrible to suspend the audience's appetite. In short, a wonderful popcorn movie is very rare today.
The movie will always end, and life will always continue. No one has ever told us the stories behind the end. But people who have seen the world will always have a new state: Too far from home, too far from here, never enough for both. I am now, probably like this. So what will happen in the future, who knows, let’s go by day by day, just like Rifu sings
We are all rowing the boat of feat,
the waves keep on coming and we can't escape,
but if we ever get lost on our way,
the waves would get us through another day.
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