This movie reminds me of "Ulysses"

Verlie 2022-04-25 06:01:01

When I was young, I was always curious about one thing: why I didn't know what other people were thinking. How do others live the same life, how do they feel, and how can they make themselves feel the same as others?
Of course, now I know this will never be possible. But sometimes, when I pay too much attention to my own heart, or it is so strong that it is overwhelming, I will take it for granted that others should know how I feel.
This is the harbinger of narcissism.

When Kayton constructed an old warehouse in New York, his narcissism was out of control, overwhelming everything.

In fact, I still think that the New York of the old warehouse only exists in his mind. In reality, he is a downhearted and unsuccessful man. He has to cry before going to bed with a woman, sighing why he is so lonely-this scene is ridiculous and hypocritical to the audience, but it is not the case for the person involved, especially if he There are artists who are so famous in literary and artistic creation.
But it does not matter whether the warehouse exists. What matters is his vision. In the film, Kayton always tries to jump out and examine his seventeen years and the relationship between him and the three women in the manner of a bystander, and he keeps arranging the scenes, as if he had escaped. As a director, you can be immune to those influences.

Narcissism seems to be a bad word, but this movie really touched me. This is thanks to Charlie Kaufman's skill. He completely distorted and omitted time and space, and in three hours showed me the most important time in a person's life-the dying time. Just like the poem by Rilke read by his ex-wife, the miniature painter Adler. A friend of mine used that poem as a signature file. At the time, I didn't think it was exciting, but in the movie, it was deafening.
There are a lot of lines in the movie, very wise, very deep, and, fortunately, I don't feel blunt. There are so many images and metaphors in this movie that you have a correct attitude at the beginning, not looking at it from the movie, but a drama or some more literary form-Hezl’s house on fire is so much for me. No one can use such a poetic IDEA except Charlie.

Generally speaking, people who can make such an obscure movie will have many details like the clues of the maze. For example, in the first five minutes you have to watch carefully, pay attention to any details about the time on the alarm clock, newspaper, milk carton, and TV, otherwise You don't know how many months passed by Kayton in those five minutes.
Halfway through I saw this movie reminded me of "Ulysses". But it's nearly as good as "Ulysses." In Joyce's novel, the time of a day is described in a huge story, while Charlie's movie is about 17 years, although he is condensed in three hours.

I have seen many difficult and difficult movies, including the infamous "Southern Legend". But some difficult movies make me feel incomprehensible, and some make me feel stunned. When Philip Hoffman muttered to himself in the arms of Claire's dead mother, "I thought of another script idea" and Alan's calm, cold and concise voice "DEAD" came from the headphones, I also had a long relief. Tone. I think of Li Shangyin’s poem: “This love can be turned into a remembrance, but it was already in a daze at the time.”

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  • Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.

  • [over radio]

    Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Millicent Weems: Walk.

    Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...

    Millicent Weems: Gone.