"Scrap Cardboard Boxer" is unpopular and niche, and privately thinks it is the best I have seen in recent months, but there is no one.
The story told by the film is depressed, gray, desperate, and lonely, but the atmosphere revealed in this film is exceptionally warm and delicate.
The male protagonist is called Wille, a tramp.
His daily, mechanical and numb. Wake up in the morning, pick up the day's needs in the trash can, sleep in the grass at noon, beg in the street in the afternoon, and finally say goodbye to the day in a waste cardboard box.
That's his life. You can't even call it life, he's just a wandering soul whose breath is still alive, corrupt, lonely.
Wille had nothing but the discarded cardboard box, half-man tall, which was Wille's home.
On weekdays, wille likes to curl up in it, hands on his knees, a self-protective posture that makes him feel safe.
Luckily today, the black driver borrowed him a blanket. If it's too cold to keep warm, how will wille survive this winter?
At night, Wille went to rummage through the garbage truck and stumbled upon a diary with traces of being burned by fire.
It seems that the diary is a little girl's.
She wrote: "My mother gave me this diary on the same Christmas Eve before she went to heaven. She told me to fill it out and write it all, because every day, our existence is so special. So when I go to heaven, I can tell her the time I live every day, I don't forget people and things, I tell her the bad things I did, and those idle times..."
Wille was curious, and he hurried to the next page, forgetting that he knew very few words.
Disappointed, curious, scratching him.
He held the diary and lay down in a cardboard box to sleep.
At dawn, he went out into the streets to beg. I took a few coins and bought a bag of literacy cards.
Walking out of the convenience store door, many young people were preaching, and Wille asked one of the young people if he could read a diary to him, and the young man interrupted him impatiently, saying that he was going to read the Bible to others and publicize miracles.
Wille scratched his head and hung his head in frustration.
The streets are crowded. A young man with amputated legs laboriously pushes a wheelchair with his hands.
Wille stepped forward to help, but the young man was instantly furious.
Wille could feel his embarrassment, so Wille offered to read the diary in exchange.
The young man was a war veteran named Pinky.
He told Wille about his glorious past, and he pulled out a Purple Heart medal, which he said had been awarded by the president himself.
However, the reality is that in order to survive, he must take off this medal that symbolizes his youth and glory. The pawnshop owner bid $15 and scoffed at pinky: It's not worth much.
Pinky went on a rampage, shouting, not believing that he could not exchange even a piece of bread for his efforts for the country and the people.
Anger is followed by confession.
Pinky took $15, smiled sheepishly, and said to Wille: "Two legs, $15."
Wille grinned thickly, he did not know what to comfort him as a stray man at the bottom of society with no tiles on the top, no soil on the bottom, no food, no clothes.
Pinky reads aloud the diary for Wille, and Wille learns that after her mother's death, she lives in the house of her alcoholic uncle, and she lives in a lot of pain.
"I haven't spoken to anyone in a week. I find that the longer I am sad, the harder it is to remember good things. I thought I was just sad and everything would be fine, but I feel like it's my life now. I was jealous of my mother and wanted to go to heaven with her without anyone even knowing I was gone. ”
Wille tore off the cute little girl on the cover of his literacy card and pasted it on his diary, rubbing his faded handwriting, feeling that he had become a friend of the little girl he had never met.
Wille bought pen and paper and wrote to the little girl: "My name is Wille, I beg for a living... I have nothing, but if you receive these letters, then maybe all I have is the ability to help you, maybe I can be the angel sent by your mother to help you. ”
Wille likes to be high, on the roof, overlooking the lights of thousands of homes, the mind is empty, unrestrained.
He folded the letters to the little girls into airplanes, hoping that they would carry greetings to the girls.
Wille was lonely.
When asked about his dream, he said he didn't want to die alone.
He used the $50 he earned from the fight to open a room. After washing the dirt and grime from years, he ate a hot meal, but Wille, who was lying on the soft and large bed, turned over and over, could not sleep for a long time, and finally fell asleep on the floor.
There are many women in the opposite block who sell meat for a living and can enjoy the service for as little as $5. Wille gave the woman money, but he didn't do anything, and he asked her, "Can you give me love?" Wille stared at the woman, tears drowning out the fear and loneliness in his eyes. The woman put her arms around Wille and repeated over and over again: "I love you." ”
Huan Ai can't save Wille, and money can't fill his emptiness. The lonely Vine Man followed Wille's veins, wrapped around and sucked his blood, and Wille pulled out the loneliness little by little, cutting open the blood vessels, turning over the streets of the night, piling up in waste cardboard boxes.
Pinky was dead, frozen to death. Wille redeemed the Purple Heart, patted Pinky's already stiff head, his mouth flicked, and he cried, and he said, "You're my only friend." ”
Wille fights and kills people.
A tramp kills another homeless man, not even eligible for social news, and after the blood is washed, no one will remember that a living life has disappeared on this street.
Wille panicked and fled to his father's graveyard, thinking that if he did all the bad things, he would definitely go to hell.
Wille went back into the street, and there was another offer to make him fight, and he refused, and as punishment the man burned his diary, and he threw himself into the fire in despair.
When he woke up again, he was lying in the hospital, cold machines, cold liquid flowing into his cold blood. He recited the little girl's diary over and over again, deep loneliness, despair, and a helplessness to leave at any moment.
Outside the ward, a bandaged burned girl wept silently.
Scrap Cardboard Boxer is a kind movie, and at the end of the film, Wille and the little girl meet in the street, hug each other and cry, as the ending of the film, an unexpected cure.
Wille is at the bottom of society, but he is kind and kind. He lived contentedly, did not feel inferior to his status as a tramp, and his only trouble was loneliness. But I think no matter where you are, loneliness is the norm in life.
In the face of loneliness, everyone is equal.
Adapting to loneliness is like adapting to a disability.
The world is cold, loneliness is the harshness and criticism of life, you may not find someone to warm each other, fortunately, you can also redeem yourself. @Headline number