This turned out to be a story with a calm and peaceful narrative, and this turned out to be a Hawking who was smiling all the time. From the first minute, my heart tightened and I was always ready to watch him grieve, watch him cry, watch him feel sorry for himself, and even watch him vent his anger. It's normal behavior to hit and slide bit by bit into eternal darkness. But no, not at all, in the whole film, he doesn't even have a painful expression, he's laughing all the time, always laughing, and it's not the armor-like smirk of adults to maintain dignity, but so innocent Evil, from the heart of the child-like radiant smile. The cruel reality and the more cruel future were imposed on him, just like the breeze blowing over the hills, the bright moon illuminating the river, and he sat calmly alone, quietly guarding, and could not bear like the earth.
I don't know if it's all down to the skill of the script, or BC's horror understanding and acting, maybe both. Anyway, in the second half of the film, the question kept roaring in my mind: "If it were me, what would I do?" I am even more afraid to be a guest at other people's houses, because I can't pick up tomatoes with a fork, which makes me feel ashamed; I know that I will be the first to reject Jane's love, because I am so afraid of being rejected, because suffering has destroyed my dignity, I must have a deep inferiority complex in front of healthy people - but what about Hawking? No matter how indiscreet fate may be, he is still him, his head is never lowered, his wings are stretched against the wind, and he is still enjoying life and love in the midst of endless suffering.
For the first time, really the first time, I suddenly realized that my understanding of the dignity of life is so superficial and ridiculous; the first time that the praise word "great" came out of my heart; the first time I felt the spiritual level The sky is so different that you don't want to admire it, you just want to worship. There is not a trace of gloom in his whole body, and his whole body seems to be a pure and transparent luminous body, illuminating the treacherous life and illuminating the gloomy road ahead - illuminating himself, and illuminating each of us bystanders.
I think, in any case, this is the ultimate goal of the art form of biographical films, right?
If the Sherlock show is more about making me fall in love with the characters in the show, then "Hawking" undoubtedly made me really fall in love with BC himself. I'm amazed at the extent to which a person can control his own body - I don't mean simulating the symptoms of ALS, or how he ties his shoelaces and walks, which everyone can see; what I want to say It was he who even completely changed his expression, changed the way his facial muscles were used to work, changed the way he laughed. In Hawking, you can't see the slightest trace of any other role played by BC. You don't even think that Sherlock, Hawking, Khan, and Assange are very similar. BC has really deceived us. eyes and our memories, it's just... amazing!
He can be handsome or sloppy, dull or sexy, full of aura or speechless; he can even be a man or a woman, an adult or a child, an angel or a devil. He is like a cloud of electrons permeating the void, and what "is" looks like depends entirely on "how you look". He is our too short childhood, incomplete youth, frustrated and burning youth, tired and prosperous middle age, even mature and peaceful old age, even death... In him, you can see a million kinds of things Possibly, you can see the familiar and unfamiliar self at every stage of your life, through the fluorescent screen, smiling at you so tenderly - such a BC, how can you tell me not to love you?
Back to "Hawking" - I told you before, I didn't have the courage to watch it at first, until late one night, when I came back from overtime and lay flat on my bed in a daze, because of the excessive physical fatigue and the excessive excitement of the spirit I couldn't sleep, then I turned on my iPad and started watching this show, and after an hour and a half, all the trivialities in my head were gone with the wind, and my body and spirit were as smooth as new as if they had been ironed...
I Asleep, there is Hawking's smile in the dream.
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