Perhaps because of this self-disgust, when I was a child, I would bully my classmates who were bigger. Heavyweight classmates rely on their own tonnage to do majestic things among their peers. This has never happened in the growth process of people who fight fiercely like me. As I grew up, I gradually became more tolerant. In essence, the emotion of self-disgust gradually faded away.
It is no wonder that those students who really came from happy families are always gentle, polite and forgiving in the impression, because they were not taught how to be rude, how to be jealous, and how to rely on abuse to make themselves feel good. This kind of incomprehension is a kind of unattainable luck. So I hope they will never understand, stay in the crystal castle for envy and dream.
In the face of pain, everyone has a self-defense mechanism to ensure that they will not die. Escape to daydreaming is one of the more common and universal. Tell myself that I will become an extraordinary person in the future, will have everything in this world, will become beautiful and wise, and will become as elegant and calm as those I am envious of, always kind and gentle. With such a daydream, you can survive until the time you grow up.
But even such a defense mechanism still has a limit. Sometimes Pat Dust stands up and smiles and says "It's okay", not because of being strong, but always thinking that I am far from the worst in the world, how many people do not even have a healthy body and a stable life, still Living well, there is no need to cry for a little bit of things, this world is far more bloody than the legend. However, even in such a bloody world, Precious is still bloody enough to make people unable to nod like "I understand"
We don't understand. Sitting in front of the computer, sipping coffee codes, idols looking at the beautiful spring in Paris, it’s impossible to understand that a seventeen-year-old living in one of the worst districts in New York (Harlem should be a black gathering area) was raped by his biological father. Two children-one of them was a Mongolian child, and was hated by his biological mother and expelled from school. An obese and semi-illiterate girl. At first, I even thought naively, "This can't be her biological parents, it must be her adoptive parents." However, the woman full of crazy resentment who smashed her on the head with a flat bottom, grabbed her by the hair, and even asked her to do XXX services for herself is really her mother, who pulled the door wide open. The WS man who puts on her underwear and says "You are much stronger than your mother" while XXX is really her father. Precious was so miserable from imagination, it was a realm in which a mortal could not understand that she could only give her a handful of sympathetic tears at a certain moment.
It is precisely because the darkness of the abyss is not bottoming that the glow of the girl who relies on daydreams to survive her teenage years is dazzling. I love those daydream scenes so much, it's like some of the things I have done before. But I don't like those warm parts. Maybe the movie is to tell people that no matter how desperate they are, there will always be true love and hope in the world. But this is not true. Hope and warmth are not cosmeceuticals. Instead of deceiving those who don’t understand, why not tell the truth, say that there are also ruthless people in social workers, that there are people who enjoy sms among teachers, and that there are also people who have psychological bt among classmates. Since I picked such a piece of black cloth, it would be reluctant to make a rainbow on it. I would rather just see the fluorescent light struggling by myself. Even if it is eventually swallowed by the darkness, it is also Precious's own story.
Although I don't understand, I believe that even if only Precious is alone, she can still grow up. It’s just that I may never know what love is and how to get along with people. It will be a truly cruel story, like an injection, a tube is pierced, and the muscles are sore and tearful, but there is a subtle sweetness mixed in it. Americans don't like injections. They prefer chocolate. The purpose of bitterness is sweetness.
The protagonist Gabourey is very popular in her looks and figure. In fact, she didn't do anything in the whole film—and she couldn't ask her to perform in Precious's inner world. She must have never experienced it or even imagined it at all, plus lack of social experience. , Even if it is going to "pretend to understand", it is too reluctant. She just "exists" in the film, but such "existence" is enough, because most of the audience have not experienced or even imagined such a cruel life. But Mo'Nique, who played her mother, has a sense of reality in the performance. Everyone has seen the grieving woman. She has taken the role of "mother" away from the part that only plays the grieving woman. It is a very clever practice. And the explosion of the last scene is really wonderful, it can be regarded as one of the model tutorials of crying scene-how to make a realistic crying scene according to the time and place of the character's background and personality. Mariah Carrey, who is completely washed out, looks younger and beautiful, with a child-like feeling. I don't know why she said "No, no, no, I want to know what color you think I am", which is quite sincere. Paula Patton is very beautiful, but the role of the teacher is set as a source of warmth, and the role itself is not even as clear as the students in that class, it is a bit stereotyped.
The rating of this play in France is int-12 because of language and violence. Anyway, the innocent and weak minds are excluded, why not simply be more truthful and cruel--maybe I myself do not believe in such things as redemption.
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