In the first 20 years, I haven't been in touch with rock and roll, and I don't even touch it, I think it's noisy. It was only in the last two years that I began to accept it, and I gradually learned that maybe only hysterical shouting and strong rhythm can touch some numb nerves and increasingly dull expressions. People should always have an outlet to express their emotions, and this is a very good outlet, at least very safe.
"School of Rock" is a fun film. It feels like everyone is like Mr. Spoli, who has compromised himself in reality and suppressed his temperament. Reining in his own little tune, doing what he doesn't like but thinks right in the face of others' approval. And Dewey, he's a little monster, he's fierce, he's cute, he follows himself, he's actually very serious about what he thinks is meaningful, oh rock. Someone shook his head. This kind of person really makes most people feel overwhelmed and unacceptable. We have slowly rounded ourselves up in our lives, and we know how to hide a low profile. If we like it or not, we say it’s okay. If we don’t like it, we don’t say we don’t like it. It’s good. He won't make an exaggerated expression, he knows how to stop when enough is enough, and he leaves the stage at the right time. The performance is so perfect and there are no mistakes. We smile and say yes to anyone, we say we like petty bourgeoisie life, sweet love songs, and our hobbies are always public and sunny, and we are afraid that we are different from others. And Dewey, fat, messy hair, untidy clothes, messy life, but he has passion, he is true, there is such a person around, he will be infected, envious but know that he will never reach.
The older I get, the more I realize that I am totally different from everyone else. I am no different from others. I can't let go of myself. It's called security. To run away from the real, to be afraid of confronting oneself, to try to keep oneself busy in any way possible. The beauty that I pursued when I was a child has long been forgotten. When I walked out of the campus, I realized that I have begun to have a sense of proportion in my world. I must be sensible and be a lady. Be more careful when wearing skirts. One by one, the little dummies are created in this way, and it is easy to pass them down from generation to generation. But let yourself not be as vulgar as some people, only know how to hold fashion magazines and fantasize about a good car, a house and a good man.
Back to the topic, rock and roll is a little monster, and other real things are all, and they can be tumbling around in their hearts, revealing their truest self. Instead of being a rigid lady and gentleman, it's better to be a lively monster and be more at ease, isn't it, a certain classmate?
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