human identity machine

If a disc can be photographed by me, there is always a reason: title, cover, star, and even language, and there are not many that really stem from those few lines of introduction. An old elementary school teacher who was forced to resign to recycle wine bottles was very attractive to me at the moment. However, until I put it in the disc player, I didn't expect to see such a Czech movie with mediocre subtitles.

For a movie, the real interpretation does not matter, and no one is a roundworm in the director's stomach. Everyone can find something moving from their own perspective. For me, the sensational hot air balloon at the end clearly can't take the place of the point I've delineated in advance.

The protagonist is a 65-year-old old teacher, and his dissatisfaction with the "New Human + Sponsor" made him angrily resign. After that, he unexpectedly chose to be a courier. He has his reasons, cool, healthy and familiar with the streets of Prague. And other people's strange eyes, whether for or against, focus only on age, no one considers identity and status. After the injury, recycling empty bottles in the supermarket unexpectedly brought him infinite joy in life.

I am also a teacher now. Because of my somewhat unscrupulousness, I am often suspected by security guards as "delivering couriers" when entering and leaving the Tsinghua faculty community. The work related to empty bottles is simply a banner in this garbage society, but the social status of its practitioners is even more humble. The courtesy I received as a teacher was heaven and earth compared to them. The old revolution taught us that "only the social division of labor is different, and there is no distinction between high and low", but the slogan has always only made us run in the opposite direction. In fact, every job can have fun, warmth, and fantasy, but unfortunately, there is no humanity in our copper-smelling eyes.

I just recently wrote a book, critical of modernity, which makes it hard for me to look elsewhere. What impressed me most about this movie was the automatic wine bottle recycling machine. The supermarket customer was looking for the familiar old man who was sitting beside the conveyor belt behind the wall in front of the window blinded by the machine. As a last resort, a note was stuffed into the bottle and passed to the old man: "What's on sale today?" Seeing this, I felt sad for a while. Today, each of us is increasingly hiding behind a machine, and we are becoming part of the machine when the work is "more tiring and repetitive".

I like the tone and rhythm of this film very much. If there are better Chinese subtitles, I will definitely find a lot of new discoveries after watching it again.

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