I am a melancholy guest in the world, knowing what happened to you, you are in tears
To say two things that everyone knows, for lovers of literary films, this is a rare masterpiece in recent years. Everyone's life experience, life encounters, education level, artistic taste, etc. are different, and there will definitely be differences in favorite bridges. I don't know each other, nor do I know the protagonist Lee Chandler, nor have I experienced a story like his. Even if we can discuss this topic here, there is no denying the greatness of spiritual resonance and emotional communication. I discussed this topic with my daughter-in-law when my marriage was crumbling. My favorite is the scene where Lee Chandler and his wife meet on the slope. When it comes to this, we need to affirm the superb skill and artistic level of the screenwriter and director. This is the only time they met alone a few years after their divorce, which is of course a very important scene. Under normal circumstances, nine out of ten directors will definitely make a big fuss, exaggerate, be as hysterical as possible, release and vent as much as possible, and deduct the audience’s tears as much as possible. bridge section. And the director of this play is so subtle and natural, calm and restrained. I sometimes wonder if the director or screenwriter must have had a similar life experience. Calm and unexpected, restrained insipid and real, light and powerful, absolutely four or two thousand pounds. The scene is short but as heavy as Mount Tai: The wife apologized for her words, her heart was broken, and at the same time she understood that Li's heart must also be broken. Li felt uncomfortable, uncontrollable and unpleasant, which made us all have a lot of worries. Maybe it's because he felt that someone gave him understanding, maybe he didn't want people to understand it at all, maybe no one could understand his feelings... Under the excitement, he said a series of no.no.no incoherently. ..., shaking his head helplessly, helplessly, and inexplicably, with tears already swirling in his eyes, rubbed his eyes and hurriedly left. He can use work to numb himself, he can use alcohol to numb himself, he can free himself by fighting, and he can crawl into the arms of his friend's wife and cry so heartily. But you don't let him face the love he has lost and everything he once had...he doesn't know how to deal with it. It's not that he doesn't want to reconcile, the imprint of those sufferings is too deep, he may want to forget, but these can only be determined by time. Since I like this movie very much, I occasionally pull it out to watch it, but this clip still brings tears to my eyes. Young and ignorant, it is unavoidable to see feelings as child's play. After experiencing some things and having the weight of life on my body, I realized that emotions are the most hurtful, and that hurt is punitive. Due to my fault, my wife and I separated, and we parted ways. It has been two years since I saw each other. I often imagine that, no matter ten or eight years, one day I will meet my wife in a certain place. But I have another question: how should I face it? With tears, or silence! Happy people cherish the happiness in front of them, and unfortunate people, send you a trivial word: I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what happened to you in tears.
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