"Of course I love you."
"Do you like me?" The
film begins by answering these two questions. The mother and daughter slept in the same bed, facing each other, with similar pajamas, similar postures, and one might guess that their breathing rates were also similar.
Second screen.
Super Organized mom is making the bed. The daughter said "you don't have to do that". This is the first small contradiction.
Then she gently helped her daughter to straighten her hair.
Let's do a question:
A is an old old photo that was kept in the innermost of the cabinet. It has been preserved more than ten years ago until now. It has turned yellow and been eaten by insects. In the photo, you are young and unopened. High school girl from a rural town.
B is a Wechat avatar that has just been dressed up and put on light makeup, and was captured by a friend just right.
Connect A and B with like and love.
We often ask "Do you like me." first, and then ask "Do you love me" after getting a positive answer. But we rarely think carefully about the boundaries and relationships between these two questions. I didn't even think about it before watching this movie. However, when you talk about your own treasure, don't think carefully,
do you really like this tattered, ten-year-old, unmanageable, and laughed at, broom?
Maybe love is emotional, but like is rational.
So a so emotional mom will love her child, but it's hard to tell if she really likes Miss Bird.
Oh dear Miss Bird, your math sucks, you can't learn to drive, you eat too much, you procrastinate, you can't fry an egg, you never fold your pajamas, you never do it for your Parents think about it, just think about yourself.
I don't know if my metaphor is appropriate or if there are people around me like me. I despise my parents for being unreasonable, ignorant of life, not even seeking to make progress (they are already in their fifties) and dare not try. I can write 1,000-word stories at length; I even sometimes dislike my significant other (hope she won't see), just as the mother dislikes her daughter in the story. I just made the bed, and you are sitting in a mess; you are eating so badly that I have to take you to the hospital temporarily instead of going to the movie we planned earlier. I can fully understand my mother's mood. You are free from improvisation, but I (or together with you) have to bear the cost.
But I'm such an organized Virgo, I hate plans being disrupted, and I hope everything is arranged. I'm weak in this area and can't stand the shock. I do not want this.
So I always hope you can have a better version, I'm afraid you will say to me "what if this is the best version of mine".
Lady Bird, your mother, treats you as her big toy, she wants you and She is together and wants you to listen to her in everything, but she also wants you to be happy all the time, yes, you better not be unhappy. For an extremely organized person, you are unhappy, you have an exception, and I need to deal with it.
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When I was very young, I read a chicken soup article on the reader. It is said that in the hospital, a young man quarreled with his wife, and the wife was angry and walked away. Then an old grandmother came over and said: In our day, when something was broken, the first thought was to repair it, but not to replace it.
This kind of chicken soup should also have a little black pepper: the grandfather of the grandmother's house has passed away.
I'm sorry my dear big toy, my dear lady bird, I haven't been able to like you 100%.
But this is not about the version of you, this is just about the best version of me. But I'm working on it.
So I went back around outside the airport. Hope you know that I love you.
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