The music, rhythm, and emotion of the story hit me like boiled water and made me intoxicated. When the film ended, it took me a long time to get out of the film. No, not only from the film, but also Come out of my memories.
The film tells the family story of an intellectual during the government coup. His father became an anarchist reporter because he "he didn't listen to him and studied agricultural engineer well and returned to manage the farm." He came out of a village, but rebelliously and bravely embarked on the road of working hard for the country as a reporter. This journey lasted fifteen years. His beloved wife was pregnant, but gave birth prematurely that night-a night he didn't know about the coup d'etat. They cried and cried, but they couldn't find anyone to help. He knelt to the sky helplessly and shouted: "God, come on, where have you been." But the reality is so cruel. No one came to help them. The wife gave birth to a child on the grass, but died of excessive blood loss. After more than a year, he was imprisoned for political reasons and tortured in prison. At the same time, he entrusted the child to a kind-hearted "fat mother".
After he was released from prison, some of his comrades helped him find a job in a "bourgeois" newspaper, but they still couldn't tolerate him and asked him to move again. He looked at the children who did not have a stable home, and finally decided to return to his hometown, just for the children to have a free room where they could come and go freely and grow up freely.
Most of the film is about how to untie the emotional knot between him and his father. The first important thing is that there is no resentment between his son and his father, but they will definitely get lumps because of him. What touched me most about the film is the natural and unrestrained emotions of the Turks.
The relationship between him and his elder brother, a typical farmer, is so natural. They laughed and cried together.
The same is true of his relationship with his son. Perhaps the father in the eyes of all children is a hero, and so am I. When I was young, I felt that my father was sitting on the mountain, and I was sitting on the top of the mountain, shaking, kicking, waving his hands around without worrying about falling off.
When the son climbed onto him and said that he wanted to sleep with him, his heart felt like burning, how he wanted to take the responsibility of this love. However, he thought of being separated from his son forever soon, and leaving this world forever, thinking that he came here to find a space for his son to grow up freely, so that he could grow up bravely without him, he thought Let yourself be cruel and try to stay away from the love of your son. But how does my son know this? The son saw his father's abnormal behavior and said that his father no longer loved him, and the father couldn't help it anymore and hugged his son tightly in his arms.
When the music sounded, my tears couldn't hold back anymore. Father, my dear father, how are you in heaven? Remembering that we were "hide and seek" on the bed, you held me tightly in your arms. But when you were diagnosed with advanced liver cancer, you didn't let me come to see you in the hospital, or even let me come close. Do you know how I was wronged at the time. Later, you couldn't eat, choked up and wanted to talk. Your mother was beside you to comfort you. You looked at me, almost speechless, but still choked up and continued talking. I understand. You want me to study hard and enter university. That is something I will never forget. I made my promise to you, the first promise in my life. I said I will work hard. I will work hard to get admitted to university. Your expression at that time was so relieved that it made me unforgettable in this life. But, how much I wanted to hug you back then. However, what prevented us was not only the impending death, but also the illness. Many years later, I really regretted that I was so believing in "Science". "Cancer is not contagious, even if it is contagious, if time goes back, I would like to hug you again.
When he arrived at his hometown, as he expected, his father didn't like the new grandson because of him. His father was so stubborn on the surface, but he was so tender in his heart. Therefore, when the old man was feeding the horse and he heard the innocent question from his grandson in the distance, "How can horses have shoes?", his feelings were naturally revealed. It is the wonderful thing of emotion that allows the elderly and children to cross the barrier of time and connect them. It was also feelings, this wonderful thing that finally brought the old man and his son together again. Feelings, why are you so magical that you can connect the two people separated by yin and yang in dreams, anywhere. Father, my dear father, you haven't entered my dream for a long time. For more than ten years, with the passage of time, I miss you more and more, my father. Your look and your image have become clearer and clearer in my heart.
On the night when his father reached a reconciliation with him, he fell ill. It turned out that he had carried his physical condition statement on his body long ago. Because of the torture in prison, his lungs had been broken in half. But he still insisted on achieving true reconciliation between his son and his father, and between himself and his father. Thinking of you father again, I can't imagine how you were still working in the field with advanced cancer, and still happily lifted me high and put it on your shoulders. I can't imagine that even after you know your condition, you still have to think about the future of your family, go everywhere to beg for your eldest sister to be a teacher, and insist on taking all kinds of unknown bitter pills.
In the last scene of the film, he appeared on his son's camera after he died. He told his son to make him strong. Then let him take a picture of him leaving. Father, do you know the last scene you left in my heart? It’s the day when you come back to the light, you come to believe that a miracle happened to yourself, say that you are completely healed and can walk, say that you killed the pig at home, say that when you are healed, you will re-drill a well at home. , Said he would always live a good life with us.
There is Turkish happiness, but also the common sadness and great love of mankind. ————Times Network Film Review
