summers and toms' tragedy

Francisca 2022-04-19 09:01:08

A friend who was raised by a single mother since childhood told me that I was constantly changing boyfriends, in search of a kind of paternal dependence and security, but I never found it, because I didn't know what kind of a kind it was. experience. She is very summer.
What summer hopes is to share some secret desires with tom. But this is just a lonely need in life. You need to find solace and answers in another person who has a little tacit understanding, and then don't take responsibility for each other, return to their respective life tracks, and continue to sneak. tom doesn't understand. no tags on relationships is not his voice. He needs an identity or at least emotional confirmation, an emotional security. And this is proof of his lack of self-confidence and anxiety.
The movie begins by emphasizing that it has nothing to do with love. Maybe not. Summer itself is the embodiment of a concept of life. Independent, estranged, casual, emotionally cold, there is a sensitive and alert child hidden in his heart. All those who think they can walk in and reverse all this will be in vain in the end. summers will clear them out of life like defragmentation. The shards left themselves the most painful and confusing wounds of their lives. toms will also encounter autumns and winters, obsessively continuing to believe that there will be eternal feelings for one of them will be their greatest childishness.

ps:summer wraps himself in a chrysalis and refuses to come out, excluding others from intervening; tom is naturally possessive towards what he loves—both of which seem selfish. But it is more about the powerlessness of human nature and the common fear of the unknown in the depths of human hearts. This can probably explain the motives of the leftover women, otaku, and DINKs out of conventions by the way.

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500 Days of Summer quotes

  • Summer: There's no such thing as love, it's fantasy...

  • Tom: Yeah, uh, this is... And Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit.

    McKenzie: Tom!

    Tom: "Go for it" "You can do it"? That's not inspirational, that's suicidal. If pickles goes for it right there, that's a dead cat. These are lies. We're liars. Think about it. Why do people buy these things? It's not 'cause they wanna say how they feel. People buy cards 'cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. At least let them speak for themselves! Right? I mean, look! What-What is this? What does it say? "Congratulations on your new baby." Right? How 'bout, "Congratulations on your new baby. Guess that's it for hanging out. Nice knowing you."

    Vance: Sit down, Hansen.

    Tom: How bout this one, with all the pretty hearts on the front? I think I know where this ones going. Yep! "Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I love you." That sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, "love"? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?

    McKenzie: Tom...

    Tom: If somebody gave me this card, Mr. Vance, I would eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. *I'm responsible.* I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouths. Words like "love"... that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry. I, uh... I quit. I'm... There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.