Lonely people are not alone if they meet

Fanny 2022-04-20 09:02:26

The withdrawn and eccentric fairy tale writer Henry and illustrator Reddy the Elder collaborated for years to create a best-selling children's book, with Henry seeing Reddy as his only friend. Young Henry was very pessimistic about life because of his unfortunate childhood, believing that life is full of sadness and joy is just illusory. Old Ruidi, who suffered from a brain tumor, faced the ordeal with optimism. He told Henry: I love women, you, and myself, but I love living more, and life is full of fun for me.

After the death of old Ruidi, Henry fell into a low ebb. He not only lost his best friend, but also faced the responsibility for breach of contract when the new fairy tale about Beaver Madi could not be completed on time. The company dispatched female painter Ruili to cooperate with Henry, but the natural Henry, who hated women, humiliated Ruili when they met, and Ruili walked away. But Ruili, who was so destitute that she had no money to pay the rent, had to endure the harassment of her strange-tempered mother in addition to the economic dilemma. Ruili had to choose to cooperate with Henry for the preferential payment offered by the company.

Henry kept talking to the dead old Reddy, asking him for the meaning of life, and the old Reddy told him to live well and enjoy life. Over time, Henry gradually fell in love with Ruili, and Ruili also had a good impression of Henry's frankness, eccentricity and genius. They only have three weeks to complete the fairy tale, but Ruili's ex-boyfriend wants to reconcile with Ruili at this time, which arouses the jealousy of Henry. In front of the tomb of old Ruidi, Henry gave Ruili a stone, which Ruili treasured. On the beach days, Henry, who had never loved a woman, clumsily tried to please Ruili, and the two finally sparked. However, the company was dissatisfied with the slow progress of Henry's fairy tale and decided to let Ruili and another writer complete the new book. Henry therefore misunderstood Ruili and thought she was a spy sent by the company. Henry threw the stone he gave to Ruili and threw it away. Annoyed Ruili again.

The distressed Henry turned to the dead old Reddy for help again, but this time even Reddy couldn't help him. Henry, who was so remorseful, was determined to find the stone and Ruili. At the book signing scene, Henry finally admitted to Ruili that he was a big fool, and apologized to Ruili for his stubbornness and cowardice. At the tomb of old Reddy, Henry remembered the words of old Reddy: Life is a happy past. At this moment, Ruili, who finally forgave him, stood behind him. She picked up the stone Henry put on the tombstone and asked Henry: Will you never abandon it? Henry said: No. Riley said: "It's unique. Henry said: I know.

The 90-minute movie has an uncomplicated plot, but it is a bit laborious to describe it in words. Emotions and inner struggles are always inexplicable things. Some people call this movie a good gift for Valentine's Day, and it makes sense. .
Henry, an autistic and low self-esteem young man who is full of pessimism about life, dare not drive, is afraid of women, and is very dependent on his only good friend, old Reddy, after the death of Reddy, he still keeps talking with him, the reality and memory Interweaving is a feature of the film that reminds me of a saying: a person who has passed away truly dies when he is no longer remembered by us. Ruili, who also had an unfortunate childhood, was disturbed by her neurotic mother, and her ex-boyfriend was still wandering between her and another woman, so although Henry gave her a very bad impression from the beginning, she still saw He found the simple, hard-to-seek heart that Henry hid under his eccentric temper.
Maybe lonely people are not alone, as long as they meet, fortunately, there is always a chance.

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Dedication quotes

  • Henry: I've spent my whole life... wanting something... and doing my very best not to find it. Never even going near the places it might be... And suddenly, I've got the goddamn thing practically chained around my neck.

    Lucy: What are you talking about?

    Henry: You. You. You're the, you're the... You're, you're- you're the goddamn thing. Ahhh, uh. I mean... You're, you're. I can't describe you... uhh, I don't, I don't write that kind of shit, I write... You know, the people who write, who write the real books, the love books, and the poems, and even those stupid little fucking novels with the hunky assholes on the cover...

    Lucy: Stop...

    Henry: You know it? You know what I'm talking about? You know - you're like Princess shit! You know? Fairytales. You know what I'm saying? The million guys are after and you're blinded by your beauty kind of shit. Real big stuff. You know, that just - even, we got the dick that kidnaps you and sticks you in a cave and you're guarded by a five-headed dragon, you know and the tales of your plight are spread throughout the land and all the guys go and put on their shoes so they can see what's up and none of them have the balls to save her except for me. I would go through anything... for you. And still, there I was looking for a way not to see it. Anything. Money...

    Lucy: You stupid idiot.

    Henry: Yeah.

    Lucy: Yes.

    Henry: Yeah... big fat stupid idiot.

    Lucy: I hope you're better to the next one.

    Henry: No - wait...

    [he digs in his bag and decides not to give her the dedication to Simone, but grabs the pebble he had given her and then thrown back onto the beach and went back for later]

    Henry: It was easy to find... it's the only one like it.

    Lucy: You broke my heart, Henry. I don't think you can trust people. You always have to find something wrong. I'm just... I'm sorry. I'll miss you.

  • Henry: I can't.

    Lucy: Yes, you can.

    Henry: We have to work.

    Lucy: Right now?

    Henry: Lucy, come on please. It's going to get very complicated. Ahh, it's going to get so complicated.

    Lucy: Do you just genuinely dislike me, Henry?

    Henry: A week ago, I didn't give a rat's ass about nebulas and now I can't get enough of them. Ok?

    Lucy: Nebulae.

    Henry: What?

    Lucy: It's nebulae... not nebulas.

    Henry: Ok, fine. I don't care about nebulas. You know accuse me of whatever you want, I'm probably guilty of it... contributing to global warming, and killing a squirrel once, and using the word retarded, and occasionally misinterpreted bigotry, but don't, don't... don't don't don't don't don't accuse me of not liking you. Ok?

    Lucy: I understand.