As an actor and director, Hong Kong comedy superstar Stephen Chow (Xingye) has contributed many classic works to the Chinese film industry, and has repeatedly created high box office achievements. Recently, China has an entertainment column to sort out the "Hong Kong Local Film Box Office List", and seven of them are the works of Xingye.
The seven works on the list include "Kung Fu", "Shaolin Football", "Mermaid", "Yangtze River Seven", "Death Judge", "Family Happy Affair" and "Truant Weilong", of which the best result is "Kung Fu" in second place.
Recently I revisited the movie "The King of Destruction", I closed the computer screen, my mind was clear but blurred. Ah Yin, played by Stephen Chow, fights gangsters in order to protect Ali, but wears a Garfield hood the whole time, what is the significance? Now I have re-experienced the fear and expectation of love in "The King of Destruction". Taking myself as a clue, I split this short and pithy two hours into three stages: no self, self, and loss of self.
No self
In the early days, I didn't have a Garfield hood and used to wear plain tank top pants on weekdays. I'm a food delivery worker. The breakfast is different every day, but it is carefully prepared with the best ingredients. At that time, my heart was full of beauty, and I entrusted the meaning of life to making breakfast.
For me, making breakfast is a selfless way of giving back positive energy to the world. When making breakfast, the customer is God, so I divide this stage into "no self".
I sat on a bench in the park after the meal delivery that day, the weather was not very clear, and the gray clouds obscured the sun. Exhausted from the morning food delivery, I let my body collapse on the bench. At this moment, a familiar-faced, thin woman walked by. It wasn't the first time I noticed Ali. As she walked by, the air around her seemed to smell of leaves, resembling steaming water vapor from the earth, even though it hadn't rained for months.
Ali is a woman with very good facial features, quiet and gentle. When she smiles, I can see in her smile the loneliness of the birth and the troubles of entering the world. In this materialistic society, she reminds me of my mother, who never wears makeup. Ali is a senior at the school next door. Sometimes after the food was delivered, I would catch a glimpse of her back from a distance.
self
As the days passed, although I didn't have much contact, I inexplicably fell in love with Ari. I was reserved and introverted, and I didn't have the courage to say this to Ari for a long time. I chose to put a few more omelettes in the breakfast I gave to Ari every day, fantasizing that one day she would understand that I had been expressing in this impossible way the sincerity in my mind with her infinite possibilities.
At the same time, I've changed too much. Originally, I put all my mind into making breakfast. And now, I can't help myself from thinking too much. What should I do today? Will Ali like it? Before delivering food, I always ask myself such unnecessary questions, not knowing that the original breakfast that symbolized my simple hopes has become a sustenance for my fantasy pursuit of Ali in the passage of day and night.
Ali eventually noticed the extra omelette for breakfast every day. She asked me, did I accidentally make a mistake? Speechless, I was vague and fragmented. But if it all happens again, I still can't tell the truth to Ari: Ari is an independent and delicate person, and I am afraid that she will never order breakfast again.
After that day, I put on a Garfield hood. Every time I deliver food, the hood obscures my true face. Every morning, I racked my brains to guess what Ari liked, prepared it with my heart, put on a hood, gave her breakfast in the name of Garfield, and then hurriedly retreated. Although the giving of both gains and losses is enough to reflect the greatness of love, I naively think that the world in the hood will be the world of only me and Ali. Garfield's hood covered the powerlessness of my reluctance to face the reality behind the tulle. At this stage, I still lived too "ego" after all.
Lose me
Unlike the romantic literature she imagined, Ali never understood me in the hood. Thirteen days later, I unloaded all my fantasies about Ali. Looking back, although I have a little regret, I realize that everything makes sense. This feeling is like admiring your favorite poster through the window, although the picture is gorgeous, it is just a fictional image of reality in the mind, and you can never get it; it is like a flat boat in the sea to find the other side of the world, praying and expecting every day, but never realizing that you are contrary to reality.
I thought about giving up food delivery and never seeing Ali again, but I stayed: at that moment, I just wanted to prove how simple and beautiful my motivation was to make breakfast.
Desperately, the more I tried to prove it, the more I found myself in the cage of proof: if I was overwhelmed by despair, I could no longer find the simple joy of the initial delivery. In order to find myself and save myself from the "loss of self", I thought about it for a long time and finally decided to go far away. Such an ending, which seems tragic, is actually the most complete.
Only by stripping yourself from the complex world of emotions can you reach the highest realm of return to simplicity.