Film review of the film "Mary and Marx"

Mary and Marx is a 2009 Australian clay animation that is an animated work about more than 20 years of friendship between penpals, and it is also a semi-autobiographical film by the director. It tells the story of two eccentric pen pals who have a 20-year friendship, weird but innocent.

To be honest, when I first heard the name of this movie, I thought it was the great thinker Marx, but it wasn't, it was a clay animation. When I first started watching this movie, it gave me the feeling of being a little scary, because its painting style was relatively gray, but as the plot deepened, I became more and more attracted to it, and found that it was not scary, but very warm.

The first thing that surprised me was the fact that eight-year-old Mary and forty-four-year-old Marx became penpals. The nearly thirty-year-old age difference did not block the friendship between them, but added a touch of amazing color to the relationship. Marx was always very enthusiastic about Mary's letters (except for the one when mary broke up because of her book), patiently answered the questions of a little girl, who would always give each other gifts, and although most of them were some food, they also enjoyed each other.

But it is a pity for me that Mary finally succeeded in this area and published a book in order to cure Marx's mental illness, and the excited Mary took the lead in telling Marx the news, and sent it to Marx along with the book, who knew that Marx was very angry and finally decided not to deal with him. I thought that great friendship was a matter of mutual help and mutual growth, but this change made Mary completely fall from a high place to the bottom, and she could only live by drinking every day, waiting for Marx's reply. I think that if Mary had asked Marx first whether this would have turned out to be the case.

But the ending of the movie is not bad. Finally Marx was told by the homeless man and forgave Mary, who also came to see him from Melbourne and her ex-husband's children from Melbourne to New York. Although he had died peacefully when Mary met Marx, it was not a good ending, and Marx did not need to fear a positive dialogue with Mary, but only immersed himself in his own good memories. Finally, when Mary looked up in the direction of Marx's gaze, she found that the ceiling was full of her letters framed by Marx. Mary's tears and my tears could not be held back at this moment any longer...