After being clumsy to the extreme, a cute and turbid person emerges. The second repetition of the image marks the time node: Buddha, smoking outdoors, etc. Or regret fantasy reflection, or reconsider the possibility of multiple simultaneous existence of the same fragment.
When I was watching it today, I suddenly thought that language should be mainly invented and developed by females, at least it is an absolute driving force. I watched some gender discussions a few days ago. Some people said that when men and women are together, ♂ will be more limited to reproduction, ♀ will expect more Yes, richer content, so to speak, isn't the whole society "built around" these rich needs, in order to ponder ♀ vague "hysterical" will, follow "will" to explore the world. The realization of the so-called self-worth may actually be to prove to the "mother" that god is a girl! Is it necessary to read anthropology books and tribal history records, etc. So ♀ must maintain the status of one's "examiner"! I can't cut my feet to fit my shoes, and ♀ isn't that good at observing?
The director is like a gentle, humble and thoughtful patient father who teaches and guides the audience through two parts of the film. Some people say it is "embarrassing aesthetics", and it feels right. But some dialogues such as "sister thinks you are an artist, so you can understand and forgive" are really too embarrassing? Hate all those who think art can be superior
I found out why I can't accept sincere praise (touting) for the creator's profession in my work? Novels and movies are all. I feel that I can't accept this kind of self-appreciation. I feel that this is also a matter of handling methods. Doris Lessing's portrayal of authorship is not offensive. Maybe the movie is not doing this out of self-admiration as a director, is it self-deprecating, and it doesn't feel like it.
I hate people who are sure of their own identity value, (maybe out of pure jealousy not sure) but I must also have a certain part of myself to hold my breath, what is that? It's not a pillar but a pile of broken glass. What kind of confidence do I have in myself? People must have their own confidence.
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