The whole film is about weather forecaster Dave's midlife crisis in his career and life and the process of his mentality change. The slightly humorous dialogue, with a joking and slightly ridiculous tone, is actually telling the middle-aged crisis, a topic that is quite difficult to accurately express.
I don't want to write a film review. After all, I'm not a fan of this, and I'm not a fan. I just talk about my feelings.
Dave has a decent income job-forecasting the weather against hypothetical satellite images every day. However, the weather forecast, you know, cannot always be accurate, so it always makes some citizens unhappy, so, whenever Dave walks on the street, he is often attacked by fast food: "I was smashed for the first time... It’s the chicken nuggets from Kenny Rogers’ shop... I was standing next to the trash can at the time, and I thought it was not intentional, they just wanted to throw out the trash. The second time, it hit my jaw...soft Tacos. Then there are soda, falafel, chicken McNuggets"-why smash him, why smash him with these? They are all fast food! Yes, they are all fast food-it tastes good and can be nutritious, just like the weather forecast he presided over. Think about it, isn't fast food actually our life? Eating fast food, wearing fast food clothes, enjoying fast food culture, why do people spit on their own life when intoxicated? Sometimes I think, yes, I don't want to make fast food, but-either the same or get out, many times this is the rule of the game in this world, shit!
The 12-year-old daughter who learns to learn archery does not like archery but likes to shoot animals. The 15-year-old drug addict son was committed by a drug rehabilitation counsellor who had molested juvenile addiction. He wanted to fix his ex-wife but found out that his ex-wife’s bridegroom was not him. His father was terminally ill. In the world... none of these defeated Dave. He accompanied his daughter to buy beautiful clothes to make her confident; he beat the wretched man so hard that his son came out of the shadows and even admired him a little. He kept insisting, even though standing alone by the icy lake and shooting arrows at the target was his only breath.
Dave always wanted to get back with his wife, so much so that it was really hard for him to calm down. Duff pointed his bow full of arrows at him in front of everyone
His wife’s boyfriend, but he didn’t let go. He can no longer chase love like a stunned boy. He has a career, children, and parents, and he has to take on too many things. I have not yet entered middle age, but I think the so-called mid-life crisis is actually a kind of exhaustion when the burden cannot be put down. For those of us who have not yet reached middle age, why not have such suffering? This shit society will one day create a child crisis.
My father had a long conversation with Dave in the car shortly before his death. After the greeting, my father put a song to Dave-Bob Seger's "Like A Rock" (this is a god, I think. The word rock is really interesting. It has the crazy passion of rock, but it can be like a rock. Unswervingly), Dave, who has been persistent, shed tears during the conversation. My father said: This shit life we must chuck some things. We must chuck them...in this shit life. There's always looking after. You have time. Soon, my father is gone, I think, he should go very peacefully, long talk After that, he knew that his son could do it, and he even witnessed the rehearsal funeral arranged for him by his son, allowing the old man to see many relatives and friends.
In the end, Dave survived, the taste of success is bitter, and Dave's expression is also complicated. He said: I remember that before, I imagined what my life would be like and what I would be like. I imagined that I have all these qualities, good qualities, qualities that can make people outstanding, but as the years go by, I didn't get almost any of these qualities, and the various possibilities that I faced and the kinds of people I might become have also diminished year after year, and finally there was only one kind left. That's who I am now-Mr. Weather.
We used to imagine what a wonderful future we will have in the future, but as Dave said, we will find that we are just so so as the light passes, so we must learn to give up something, calmly shoulder the burden of life, be courageous and strong. Smile every day, everyone.
like a rock, burdened, but firm forward
Finally, let us appreciate the "Like A Rock" it again:
Like A Rock
Stood there Boldly
confidently stood on the street
Sweatin 'in the sun
no matter that scorching sun
felt like a million
feel like Phoenix in nine days
felt like number one
feel like the world's strongest
The height of summer
that period of time
I'd never felt that strong
I never forget
like a rock
solid as a rock
I was eighteen
that year I was 18
did not have a care
life is always carefree
Working for peanuts
hard for a living
not a dime to spare
his pocket and always empty
I was lean and
thin body
Solid everywhere
but has a boundless energy
Like a rock
Rock-solid
My hands were steady
my hands have been so strong
My eyes were clear and bright
my eyes have been so clear
My walk had purpose
my goal had been so clear
My steps were quick and light
my pace had been so vigorous
And i held firmly
just think is right
to what i felt was right
I would never compromise
Like a rock
solid as a rock
Like a rock
solid as a rock
I was strong as i could be
I have such a strong
Like a rock
solid as a rock
Nothin 'ever got to me
I was so stubborn
Like a rock
solid as a rock
I was something to see
I had so much stronger
Like a rock
solid as a rock
And i stood arrow straight
I always straighten the spine
Unencumbered by the weight
regardless of multiple burden
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
no matter how many hardships
I stood proud, i stood tall
I am proud to stand, I stood straight
High above it all
feel top of the world is my
I still believed in my dreams
always stick to their dreams
Twenty years now
twenty years later
Where'd they go?
youth gone
Twenty years
Twenty years passed
I do not know
the passage of time can not pull
I sit and I wonder sometimes
sometimes I wonder
Where they've gone Where they've gone
?
And sometimes late at night
in the silence of the night
When I'm bathed in the firelight
I sat in front of a fire wall
The moon comes callin 'a ghostly white
look pale moonlight
And I recall,
I can not help but recall
and I recall
I can not help but think about
Like a rock
solid as a rock
Standin 'arrow straight
straight erect spine
Like a rock
solid as a rock
Chargin' from the gate
confidence to face the difficulties
Like a rock
solid as a rock
Carryin 'the weight
strong to carry the burden
Like a rock
a rock
Like a rock
a rock
the sun upon my skin
which control scorching
Like a rock
a rock
Hard against the wind
which control the cold weather
Like a rock
hard as rock
I see myself again
when I
Like a rock
solid as a rock
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