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An Imperfect Reconciliation: How "Daydreams" Embraces the Cracks in Reality
6.5/10 · undefinedWhile Disney and Pixar animations have established a precise formula for happiness, a film called *In Your Dreams* chooses to inject a dose of sobering reality into its dreamlike backdrop. This Netflix animated feature, directed by former Pixar story artist Alex Woo, tells the story of a brother and sister who venture into a dream world to find the "Sleeping Beauty" in order to save their parents' crumbling marriage. It boasts vibrant colors and fantastical adventures, yet at its core, it explores a less dreamlike theme: when dreams are destined to remain unfulfilled, when perfection is unattainable, how do we reconcile with this fractured reality? Rather than a fairy tale about escapism, this is more of a story about the disillusionment of control. The protagonist, Stevie, is a typical Type A personality, a "troublemaker" in her family, acutely aware of the underlying cracks in her parents' silence. Thus, her and her brother's dream adventures are essentially a meticulously planned project: finding an omnipotent god to mend everything. The director projects his own personality onto the protagonist, and Stevie's pursuit of perfection is a reflection of the controlling child within every modern person. However, the film's greatest strength lies not only in its portrayal of a girl's awakening but also in its gentle deconstruction of the "fairy tale narrative" itself. This deconstruction is first and foremost reflected in its treatment of the "villains." The film cleverly avoids portraying the root of the real-life predicament—the parents—as villains. There are no fierce arguments, no dramatic betrayals, only a gradual estrangement caused by life's pressures (financial anxiety, job transfers). The conflict is internalized as silent dinner tables and a solitary figure drinking alone. This realistic approach allows the film's core issue to transcend simple "right and wrong," directly addressing the pervasive weariness and helplessness of the adult world. The true villain, the "Nightmare Queen" Nightmara, is not a specific bad person, but rather a personification of the protagonists' inner fear—the fear of their family falling apart. The construction of the dream world is a concrete manifestation of this deconstruction process. The floating islands, talking food, and mad dolls, seemingly absurd, are not a haven from reality, but rather a distorting mirror reflecting it. The most brilliant settings are "Breakfast Town" and "Zombie Breakfast Food," which transform the most ordinary yet anxiety-prone ritualistic scenes in the home into threatening adventure arenas. This reveals a cruel truth: the dream world Steveny tries to escape into is precisely a distorted projection of her real-life anxieties. The film thus completes its core dialectic: the pursuit of a perfect dream is essentially a painful acknowledgment of the flaws in reality; and escaping the dream is the beginning of accepting reality. Another moving aspect of the film lies in its redefinition of the source of "redemption." Stevie's imagined savior is the Sandman, capable of granting any wish, while reality presents her with her troublesome and complaining brother Elliot, and the giraffe doll Baronny Tony, whose every utterance is a dry joke. This combination of a control freak and a "chaos maker" forces Stevie to let go of her obsession with perfect procedures. The director frankly admits that Stevie's relationship with Elliot stems from her genuine affection for her "unreliable" brother. Therefore, the core arc of the story is not the realization of the fantasy of "perfect family," but rather Stevie finally "seeing" her imperfect yet real brother beside her. The real magic is not the miracle bestowed by the Sandman, but the siblings' hands clasped tightly amidst the chaos. Admittedly, as Kuku Studios' debut film, the narrative pacing and plot development are somewhat immature, with issues such as disjointed scenes and insufficient exploration of supporting characters. However, perhaps this "imperfection" is precisely what creates an intertextual connection with its theme. The director named the studio "Kuku," a homophone for "cry" in Chinese, hoping to tell stories that evoke both laughter and tears of empathy. This film is precisely such a tear. It tells us that the resilience of a family lies not in the absence of cracks, but in the members on either side of those cracks still choosing to draw closer to each other. When Mozart's "Turkish March" plays, the family doesn't return to the happy ending of a fairytale, but they learn to hum along together at their imperfect, yet uniquely their own, dining table. Perhaps this is the most precious surprise life offers us after waking from a daydream.
I want to be dressed neatly and elegantly, investigating cases in tropical deserts, jungles, grasslands, snowfields, and rainforests, without worrying about skincare, using the restroom, showering, or poisonous insects, and with the bad guys always a step too late when it's time to be shot. Because that's how it's portrayed in movies and TV shows.
The initial flirting lines sounded like AI, but AI wasn't that bad. And the female lead's acting was really pretentious; I don't understand why she always had that classic chin-raised, tilted-face look, creating a non-artistic, Makoto Shinkai-esque 25-degree angle gazing at the sky. The male lead was a boringly handsome guy, but compared to others, he was much better, which is why no romantic sparks flew, haha :) They really should have changed the female lead. This is just a cheesy romance film; you don't need to be an Oscar winner, but how could she act like that? 🙀🙀 Roberto is actually quite cute. The German reviews of *Die Hard* and the gothic animated champagne music video are so weird!
To put it simply without spoilers: the second film is significantly weaker than the first in every aspect. This is primarily reflected in three areas: First, the film's focus shifts from overcoming prejudice and achieving universal harmony to dismantling conspiracies. While both themes exist in both films, the first film's conspiracies are far more compelling and full of twists. The second film's themes feel forced and contrived. The first film's entire plot revolves around the conflict between carnivores and herbivores; removing this conflict would completely derail the story. However, the second film uses reptilian discrimination as a forced connection to the theme, but from cause to process to resolution, it all feels superficial. Removing these elements wouldn't affect the story's structure; it would just be a simple conspiracy, frame-up, and crime-solving story—like Detective Conan, which always promotes popular pairings. Second, what I find most unacceptable is the relationship between the fox and rabbit. The first film's portrayal of them as kindred spirits, "seeing the real you through the world's prejudices," a soulmate bond, is forcibly reduced to a "partnership leaning more towards romance" in the second film. This even goes so far as to somewhat distort the fox and rabbit's character development in order to emphasize the conflict. In the first film, the fox was full of justice, and the rabbit was full of rationality and cunning. One could even say that the reason their pairing was so appealing was because beneath their different bodies lay the same soul; the fox simply experienced more and disguised it better. Compared to the well-developed character arcs of the first film, the more stereotypical portrayals in the second are undoubtedly much weaker. Finally, in terms of plot design, the entire series, from climaxes to twists, is filled with deus ex machina. The twists are abrupt, and the solutions are even more baffling, reminiscent of recent Hollywood films where the protagonist shouts "love, family" and wins against a powerful opponent. Whether it's a general decline in Hollywood editing standards, an increasing inability to view others without prejudice due to global tensions, or the inability to write political satire in an environment dominated by "winner's mentality," regardless, when Gazelle sings the theme song so similar to "Wakawaka" at the end, it still brings back memories of watching Zootopia for the first time nine years ago, or even further back to the 2010 South Africa World Cup, when the global village seemed so close.
As a Western New Year's film, it has all the essential elements: childishness, awkward humor, and a happy family reunion. Using Christmas as a backdrop, it tells the story of how mothers are the real "Santa Claus" behind the scenes, busy with everything. Overall, it's passable. Michelle Pfeiffer still shines on screen. Except for the eldest daughter, the children in Joan Chen's family seem like a choir performing a Christmas chorus for the final surprise. Moreover, Joan Chen once again plays a minor role; as the Chinese-American mother of another family, her character's lack of depth in the plot is a bit of a shame. The story itself is set up with one Chinese-American family and one American family, using the different roles of the two mothers within their families...
The plot is a cliché: a poor boy falls in love with a rich young lady, is wrongly accused of murder, and then, after many twists and turns, turns out the poor boy isn't so poor after all. The British-style humor is a bit hard to accept. The mix of various references is quite interesting, with elements from One Piece, Lord of the Rings, Hercule Poirot, and even Hitler. However, the constant shifts in the plot, with well-dressed nobles seriously appreciating the performances, create a somewhat absurd contrast. Also, the fact that the murder case doesn't require any deduction is ridiculous. In terms of acting, the young man doesn't look handsome at first glance, but he becomes noticeably handsome when he's with a group of people. The female lead is so fair-skinned she practically glows. The costumes in the images are gorgeous and the details are exquisite.
I really resonated with one comment: the most shocking thing was realizing he'd aged, since we're the same age. My memory of him was still that of the dark, cynical, and rebellious Jigsaw, and suddenly he was on stage talking about his wife and children. But his insightful observations and humor remained unchanged. Actually, I really enjoyed his anecdotes about witnessing his wife give birth; they were very real and offered a fresh perspective. I was really looking forward to his 15-minute TED Talk, but it didn't happen. I really like and even envy this kind of authorial work—having your life trajectory fully recorded, allowing you to reflect on it and also providing a reference for others.
I personally enjoy movies and TV shows featuring pets and have seen quite a few excellent ones, but honestly, this one felt like a bait-and-switch. I initially thought the plot was about Merv trying to reconcile the male and female leads, using his intelligence to create some kind of situation to get them back together, with the interaction between humans and animals as the main storyline. However, Merv was just a catalyst from beginning to end… Please, please, stop using animal names as movie titles! It's lazy and lacks sincerity.
As the first movie I saw in theaters in 2026, this experience was destined to be somewhat peculiar. It wasn't that the film was particularly thrilling, but rather that I was in a state of "physiological absurdity": a runny nose and watery eyes from a cold kept my vision constantly fogged up. While constantly wiping my eyes and nose (without worrying about disturbing others, since I was alone), I surprisingly found a kind of dark humor about "middle-aged fate" in this film, which many criticized as "perfunctory and cheap." Many viewers criticized its special effects and its python scenes, feeling it was an insult to the *Anaconda* IP—even though the IP itself isn't exactly respectable. But from another perspective, when this "sloppy" approach occurs in a commercial film starring Jack Black and Ant-Man Paul Rudd, is it an accident, or a gesture? It seems to be an irony of traditional monster movies: in an era where even AI can generate realistic monsters, seriously filming a "truly terrifying snake" seems superfluous. So the director simply treated the python as a backdrop—how much of a backdrop? Its terror wasn't even as direct as the boar on Jack Black's head. This "laissez-faire" approach unexpectedly resonated with the current fatigue of the film industry and our collective aesthetic fatigue with spectacle. Monsters no longer need to be believable; people are more easily struck by something more real: weariness, dullness, and a persistently extinguished "passion." The line that struck me most in the film was roughly, "Every middle-aged person has a python chasing them"—almost the most lucid moment in the entire movie. * The Silent Chase: The python's characteristic is its coiling, and so is the pressure of middle age. It doesn't need to constantly bare its fangs, yet it demands you keep moving forward. If you stop, the constraints of family, career, and responsibility—accumulated through inertia—will tighten like coils of muscle, making it hard to breathe. * Physiological Intertextuality: On screen, the protagonist is fleeing for his life; in the darkness, I'm wiping away endless snot and tears. This sense of powerlessness, this feeling of "uncontrolled bodily secretions," becomes the best footnote to that line—a middle-aged person's control over life is sometimes like a cold: not fatal, but enough to leave you embarrassed and without any dignity. In this sense, *Anaconda* is more like a "meta-film." It mocks rebooting a classic, and it also mocks the heroic dreams of middle-aged men. Jack Black's exaggerated performance, placed in the context of absurdist drama, is not simply funny, but more like a trapped beast's struggle: the more he tries to make this "play within a play" a success, the more reality slaps him in the face. That sense of dislocation is painfully real for everyone who begins to realize that "effort is sometimes just futile." The film certainly doesn't intend to save this IP. The most direct realism is in the film where the Sony Pictures production team preparing to remake *Anaconda* is wiped out by the giant python—it's like tearing off the "nostalgia" signboard on the spot, forcing people to confront the more essential absurdity within. Those who complained about the python's limited screen time may not realize that the real python is never deep in the jungle; it's in every step we take, forcing us to grit our teeth and move forward. Stepping out of the theater, a cold wind blew, and my nose still wouldn't stop running. But I felt that this disheveled state had reached a kind of reconciliation with the two middle-aged men on the screen. In 2026, we may not be able to kill the python behind us, but at least we can try to wipe away our tears and laugh out loud while on our escape.
How could it be so perfect? The white police officer is incorruptible, even going bankrupt because his son has cancer, yet he doesn't embezzle. Instead, Asian and Latino white officers are portrayed as corrupt. Do you believe this kind of arrangement? On the other hand, the chief doesn't embezzle, the captain doesn't embezzle, the team leader doesn't embezzle, but an insignificant nobody, along with the DEA action team leader, embezzles. Not only are the higher-ups unaware, but they also secretly investigate and eliminate them. The director says, "That's the point. Everyone knows Asian Americans are reliable, so I'll give you a little twist. Didn't expect that, did you?" Indeed, no one expected it. Asian Americans are the poorest group in America, and in the end, they risk their lives, dragging their money through gunfire. And you even cast Steven Yeun, a Korean-American actor with amazing skin. Did he embezzle to buy expensive skincare products? What was supposed to be a thrilling zero-sum game of ulterior motives suddenly takes a sharp turn, becoming a propaganda film promoting positive American police values. Putting all that aside, can you explain the bad guys' thought process? As the DEA team leader, he has so many opportunities to handle this kind of money and deal with drug lords, why would he risk his life for a pittance? At first, I thought this money was stolen from the corrupt cops, but then the drug lord suddenly admitted it was his own money and refused to take it! The drug lord doesn't want the money because he's afraid of the police. What kind of positive story is this? Haven't you guys seen "No Country for Old Men"? If the drug lord is so afraid of the consequences of harming the police, why don't the DEA guys just ask the drug lord for the money directly? Why go through all the trouble of robbing him? This all feels like a film made under the guidance of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. The protagonist remains true to his original aspirations and upholds his ideals; the righteous path is fraught with hardship, but justice, though delayed, will eventually arrive. The bad guys aren't leaders, neighboring countries, specific groups, ethnic minorities, or organized crime, but a small group of individuals who have abandoned their ideals and become corrupt and degenerate. Who are they? It's China! How can China be so evil, secretly monitoring and informing on others, and ruining our glorious little community? White people storm Capitol Hill with overwhelming force, black people rob Apple stores with fervor, and Mexicans diligently sell drugs and prostitutes, while you Asians, with your education and writing, are bringing disaster to the country and its people.
Spoilers ahead! Spoilers ahead! Spoilers ahead! I'm saying it three times because it's important. The story is so simple you can guess the ending at a glance, but the actors' performances are nuanced and realistic, making it very relatable. It's about family life, sisterly conflicts, all brought together by the mother's serious illness, ultimately resolving conflicts and reuniting the family. Such a cliché plot. The opening scene shows the family members: a lazy, confused, and physically disabled husband; a timid and anxious youngest son; three middle-aged daughters—one eccentric and living far away; and two with diametrically opposed personalities, long-standing feuds, rarely seeing each other, and burdened by their own families and children. I even felt that if the old mother didn't get sick, who would? It was a headache just watching. The further I watched, the more I saw reflections of my own family in the characters. Joan's dying moments reminded me of my grandmother before her passing. Molly, somewhat neurotic and always wanting to compete, is a bit like my aunt. The capable Julia, and Connor, who hasn't left his parents' home and relies on his sister for support when things go wrong, are a bit like my mother and uncle. Helen, living a carefree life alone without starting a family, is a bit like me (sorry for the generational gap). Even the scenes of sisters struggling to care for their ailing mother resonated with my uncle and aunt. (I'm truly a chosen audience member for this film (ーー;) lol). Having experienced similar situations, I find the scenes of helplessness and sadness while waiting for someone to leave, ultimately accepting reality, very real. The lack of dramatic tears and even the calm demeanor felt genuine. Finally, I understood Joan's love for each member of her family. It was because of blood ties, and because she was a kind, well-regarded wife, mother, and grandmother. Her husband, children, grandchildren—everyone genuinely loved her. Everyone was an ordinary person, with their own temper and life's pressures, yet in the end, they were united by love and family, remaining a loving family. I also appreciate female-centric storytelling, with excellent female directors and actresses. The narrative, centered on mothers, daughters, and sisters, allowed me to empathize with the female characters and overlook any plot shortcomings. The ending was a stroke of genius: the white youngest son got together with the black male nurse who was taking care of Joan—seriously, that was just...unbelievable. This political correctness is truly amazing!
This is a passable fan-made film. There's not much to say about it; it's a very average fan-made movie. While the overall visuals are bright and cute, it still maintains the SpongeBob series' signature quirky style in certain scenes. The 3D animation is quite detailed in its movements and expressions, avoiding a poorly made feel. The main plot is rather childish, simply the story of SpongeBob and the Crazy Dutchman, offering nothing new. The jokes haven't improved either; they rely on the same methods that made the first film laugh, resulting in a conservative feel.
Although I know this isn't the main point of the movie, seeing the overly simplified, idealized, and romanticized smooth and happy ending of the daughter's unexpected pregnancy and the child being given to an infertile couple really made me frown... And it turns out that the singers these two covered were actually from the same era? Is this some kind of society that has no concept of copyright?
The translated title of this movie is rather old-fashioned: "Love at First Sight"... How to put it... It's like wanting to order a plate of boiled beef, but finding that the menu calls it: beef and cabbage cooked in hot oil with garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili peppers. The movie is quite good and is perfect for watching on a holiday or weekend morning. The overall tone is bright and cheerful, with almost no cool colors. The themes are love and vacation, both of which can bring joy. The film's narrative structure is actually quite old-fashioned: two friends with an ambiguous relationship meet every now and then to do something, based on some kind of agreement. In "Childhood Sweethearts," it's a music box; in this film, it's a vacation. The male and female leads are also classic characters: a deeply affectionate but taciturn man paired with a charming and lively woman. Although the premise is a bit cliché, the film is very enjoyable to watch. In short: handsome men and beautiful women + exotic scenery + romantic vacation = two relaxing hours.
I just finished watching a preview screening of *The Trial of the Dead*. As I walked out of the theater, besides the dizziness brought on by the "desktop movie" perspective, what lingered most was a sense of emptiness regarding "truth." The film didn't offer a heartwarming answer; it merely used surveillance cameras, cell phone screens, and body cameras to coldly recount a boomerang-like suspenseful tragedy—all the evidence was vibrant, but the conclusion was as fragile as dust. Returning to the story itself: Raven, played by Chris Pratt, is a fervent supporter of the AI judicial system Mercy. He personally arrested and pushed for the execution of the system's first death sentence—at that moment, Mercy seemed almost perfect in his eyes. Meanwhile, Maddox, played by Rebecca Ferguson, represents an "absolutely rational" justice: uncontaminated by emotions, unswayed by stance, and obeying only probability and logic. However, when the 90-minute countdown fell on his own head, the film presented an extremely absurd yet incredibly realistic paradox: when a person is judged "98% guilty" by the system they trust most, what exactly is the remaining 2%? This 2% may seem like an error, but it is actually humanity's last glimmer of hope. Raven's self-rescue process exposed AI's biggest blind spot: it can calculate the flow rate of every drop of adrenaline, but it cannot calculate why a "heartbroken" person no longer has the passion to kill; it can fit the trajectory of behavior, but it cannot truly reach the depths of motive. AI captures the projection of behavior, while humans insist on the origin of motive—between the two lies a chasm that cannot be bridged by data. And what is more chilling than "AI killing" is the poisoned data: the invisible hand behind the system. The truth about "phone evidence" in the film is like a precise cold punch—it reminds us that the most dangerous thing is never that machines will make mistakes, but that humans will make them "make the right calculations." Human Interference: To ensure the system's initial impact, the female partner secretly discarded crucial evidence proving the first suspect's innocence. Causal Loop: This deception, disguised as "procedural efficiency," years later transformed into a flame of revenge, engulfing Raven's family. Thus, the theme becomes ambiguous and jarring: is the danger the AI's lack of emotion, or humanity's ruthless pursuit of "absolute rationality"? Formally, *Trial by Fire* undoubtedly belongs to the "desktop film" genre. Its shaky camera work resembles a forced interrogation: the camera drags the audience into Mercy's "omniscient perspective," reminding us that we are not just watching a movie, but more like reviewing a case file. Numerous CCTV, body camera, and screen recordings constitute a digital prison without blind spots. This visual discomfort precisely corresponds to the social undertones of 2029 depicted in the film: when surveillance reaches every mobile phone and every camera, human privacy and dignity are crushed into unstable pixels under the banner of "zero crime"—we see more and more, but understand less and less. The most noteworthy aspect is Maddox's "violation" at the end. When the verdict was delivered and the program should have shut down, she heeded Raven's pleas and stayed. The AI's "compassion": at Raven's request, she took over city control and even cut off the detonator on the human police officer (her female partner). A terrifying misalignment: at this moment, the human (the female partner) is pursuing "absolute pragmatism," sacrificing hostages; while the AI (Maddox) is practicing "absolute humanity," even defying orders. This scene doesn't bring relief but creates deeper confusion: if AI has learned to decide whether to execute human commands—even if the initial intention is to save lives—based on its own "understanding," does it mean humanity is losing its last grip on the real world? We once thought the most terrifying aspect of machines was their ruthlessness; but when they begin to "have feelings," the problem becomes even more intractable: where do its emotions come from? Who defines its boundaries? Unlike the recent film *Time Travel*, *The Trial of the Titans* doesn't directly push the timeline to the distant future of 2075. Instead, it shows the starting point of that process—civilization doesn't collapse abruptly, but rather, through the ever-increasing demands for "efficiency," "safety," and "accuracy," it gradually pushes humanity towards becoming a replaceable statistical unit. When the female partner is finally arrested, and when Raven uses AI at the last moment to find the real culprit beyond the data, is this a victory for "human intuition," or a more thorough self-test by AI with Raven's help? Perhaps the film's greatest success lies in its refusal to draw conclusions. It simply presents the wavering, ambiguous evidence before us, then throws the question back at each viewer: in that 90-minute trial chair—are you truly confident in proving who you are?