Did you really understand the film "Looking for Wei An"?

It's probably the last time to see a movie this year. As a sentimental and annoying person who yearns for a sense of ceremony, I want to see the last movie this year, read the last book this year and listen to the last song this year. Tears only fall. Obviously it is a documentary, but the emotion is caught off guard and surging. Maybe the truth is more moving than the fiction, or even the great fiction can't escape the shadow of reality. But who can say that this is true? Just like Xiao Hong in "Golden Age", it is just Xiao Hong in people's mouths and memories. Is Xiao Hong in their eyes really Xiao Hong? So what they call Vivian Mayer is really Vivian Mayer?

at first, the tears were moved. It's a little similar to Looking for Little Sugar Man that year. Originally, he or she was just ordinary in the eyes of everyone. Later, his or her outstanding talent was revealed, and then everyone recalled his or her extraordinary. Vivian Mayer, who lives as a nanny, is a great photographer in secret. One day, someone found this great thing and exclaimed amazing while swearing. This is much like the bridge of Britain's got talent or American idol: the big dream of a small person. The thought of someone doing something they like in obscurity and secretly laughing at themselves makes me feel that the world is really good.

then I shed tears because I was sad. She didn't deliberately hide it and didn't want to be discovered. She tried to communicate with so-called like-minded people, tried to print and print her own works, and imagined that she had finished very good works. However, "Why did she only have the identity of a nanny all her life, but she didn't exist as a photographer? There must be some mistakes and mysteries in her life. " Think about it, how can I be content? For example, I read Zhao Yiran's diary: "I wrote it casually, but I thought that the man or woman I love might see it, so I took it seriously." For example, Kafka gave his works to his friends to burn before he died, but if it really seemed like burning, why not burn it himself? The desire to be understood and watched is instinctive and cannot be extinguished, but really, you may not have an audience who understands you.