In fact, when I watched the movie, I didn't have too many ideas and sense of identity, but when I watched it and looked at myself, I felt extremely shocked. For example, at this moment, I am squatting on the chair facing the computer, and there is a lychee skin that has just been peeled off in the trash can. When the time is a little bit forward, it is a programmed punch-in after get off work, rushing to the bus with an umbrella before it rains. In the past, I was working with computers at a fixed time every day, and I didn’t want to have too much communication with my colleagues at work except for communication related to work. Work is a necessary condition to support oneself, just as the heroine's tedious manual labor and hunting in the film is to feed herself and take care of the animals around her. But the strange thing is that, like the heroine in the film, I don’t aspire to be more integrated into the group, make more friends, and have a richer night life. I think it’s good for one person to do whatever he wants.
There is a passage in the film that roughly means that when the world is alone and only you are left, self-esteem, morality, etc. as constraints in the human world are not so important, which also explains the sudden appearance of the man behind to kill the heroine. The woman ran back to the house without hesitation and took the shotgun and killed the man. Although this man is the only opportunity for a woman to break the lonely life, it may also be the only key to connect a woman with the world beyond the hidden wall. But, without hesitation, pull the trigger and the man is dead. Therefore, the most powerful thing of a real loner is not his performance in the face of loneliness, but the courage to despise life. For example, Van Gogh.
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