But I must admit, the first half of the movie touched me.
In the first half, the poor male protagonist walked into a cage designed by himself because of the failure of his marriage. Exactly like the vast majority of people today - living in a city like a concrete forest. Lost the purpose of life. Numb, indifferent to most things in the world. I don't know what I'm running for every day. I don't know myself What are you living for. It's hard for them to be really happy; they can't stand alone time but they're afraid to meet strangers. They shut themselves at home as much as possible every day, etc... All of this is like living in a house because of a failed marriage. Up like Carl. Lost souls, just walking dead. Seeing Carl awakened by his own nightmare, it was like looking at himself facing the computer from a daze after he was out of the body. In fact, this is a very scary feeling, a kind of indifferent trance feeling arises spontaneously.
Fortunately, this is an adult fairy tale, not a horror movie.
Fortunately, Carl found his own answer, YES! YES! YES! ...GOD bless him!... In fact, lucky carl also found the answer for everyone, a very simple answer. No excuses, just face it positively. It seems to be a very simple truth, but the thought-provoking thing is that very few people really "understand", and people just "know". Just like the saying that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, Chinese people know it, but unfortunately most people did not sell that crucial first step. People always have excuses of one kind or another to dodge, to procrastinate, and finally to forget...
In fact, all fairy tales start from Carl's blind yes. He met Alison so inexplicably, and they naturally had a good impression of each other and went into happiness logically. Watching them laugh innocently and heartlessly together, making those memories together, those memories that make people look back at 100 years old with a smile on their faces... I think everyone will be red fruit Fruitful jealousy. They live so unrestrainedly and casually, and they never give up on the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of their short life, as brilliant as summer flowers, even dazzling. Life is like a continuous blank picture scroll. God has given each person a brush, why must only black and white be painted on it? The more socialized human beings live, the more numb they become. Life is always full of splendor and moving in the details, but everyone has lost the eyes of recognition and appreciation.
What kind of life am I expecting?
Sorry, just asking, not answering, consistent style.
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