Try to write down some details that you still remember every other year without rewatching the movie.
The first thought was how he collapsed in the face of his ex-wife. Then there's crying, powerlessness, facing the way life itself is.
When I was in America, I thought about driving to Manchester. But then I opened Google Map and found that it is a very quiet and peaceful small city, close to the bay, very close to the feeling of Rhode Island.
Oh, and back to some details that I remember. Interesting to say, when recalling this movie, you will always think of the back he left you facing the house that turned into a sea of fire. With a beer in hand, yes, this detail is quite interesting. Much like me living alone in America at the time. Always leave the door unlocked (just because I'm lazy), go to the opposite CVS to buy beer and drink.
This kind of "morning film" in many people's mouths, in fact, what remains may not be the essence, but it must be related to the viewer himself. Watching a funeral movie is very similar to watching an pornographic movie. You can’t always remember the scenes that don’t meet your sexual desire, those scenes that you thought were the most stimulating, such as the heels of stockings, biting your lip, etc. You close your eyes and flash I can't remember which actress is in the pictures I've seen. But funerals are different. Watching this movie, you must remember the image you most identify with subconsciously.
So what do I remember. It seems to be the short paragraph when he faced his ex-wife.
As for why - I found that after working for a long time, I began to understand one thing, that is, many small things affect you far beyond your imagination.
I would shudder with anger at the low professional ethics of my work butt, and not respond to a huge argument with my fiancée.
Found this out a few weeks ago. I found that in the face of a huge emotional blow, after a certain peak, I became as calm as the male protagonist in the movie.
Then some small things, such as work, such as parental nagging, such as congestion on the way home, such as the sun shining in a mirror, made me feel unbearable, almost on the verge of breaking out.
In these moments, I experimented with thinking of bigger blows, of quarrels with my fiancée, at these times.
I found out that this kind of pain can drown out even smaller pains. In the face of this pain, these trivial troubles with specific causes, yes, they have been downgraded from pain to trouble. All thanks to higher suffering.
So you say in this movie, why is the male protagonist so miserable, but he seems to be able to live a good life, but he just lost a little bit. I think the reason is very simple. The pain of hurting my wife and children by my own mistakes is far beyond the magnitude of the specific joys in life, and those little troubles are even less opponents.
But this pain will eventually come to the door. On some specific occasions, such as when one centimeter of snow falls on the tip of the red nose, when the sunset light slowly climbs down from the eaves and shines on the eyes that have been staring at the computer for ten hours, there is a glass of whiskey and a mobile phone in each hand. But it has not been picked up for three hours.
At these times, the highest level of pain comes on stage, obliterating the shrimp, soldiers and crabs, like a tsunami, with a tsunami that is as fast as a rising tide but as powerful as an earthquake.
I still want to see this movie after a year. Because on a similar street in the east of the United States, you will stop when you pass cherry blossoms, slow down when you see the sea, and smell the greasy smell of Dunkin' Donuts and swallow it with peace of mind. But you ask me if we can experience this pain, I can only say that when this pain comes to you, you will be immune to tiny stimuli outside the above specific time, as if you have evolved into a better human being . But at these times, for example, when one centimeter of snow falls on the tip of the red nose, when the sunset light slowly climbs down from the eaves and shines on the eyes that have been staring at the computer for ten hours, there is still a glass of whisky, and a mobile phone in each hand is not. When he hadn't picked it up for three hours, he had fallen into a demon who couldn't forgive himself in the eighteenth hell.
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