As for the movie itself, it was made like a dream. From the color of light and shadow to the narrative method of the story to the appearance of the ending.
The whole movie is flooded with three colors of black, red and blue. Black is a boy. Red is a girl. And blue is the sea, or the endless chatter, or the color of the dream itself. The three colors keep changing and blinking. The camera focused on the freckles on the boy's face for a while, and the girl's proudly raised mouth corners for a while, but more time was only at those trivial pictures, about the boys and girls' fathers and mothers, neighbors and classmates.
This is a dream of a boy. He only heard his subjective description from beginning to end. Whether praise or criticism. He seems to live entirely in his own world, imagining the life content and emotions of the people around him, and he is convinced of his own imagination, and for this reason, he has made efforts to change the imagination that he feels dissatisfied with.
This process is a bit boring. I am also a little boring. Maybe it was the boredom that caused me to sleep rather than rush to see the end. But the strange thing is. I didn't want to give up this movie because of these boring clips. I just watched the boy take his imagination seriously, a little bit funny and a little sad. When I found myself stubbornly immersed in imagination and completely lost the details of reality, and found that my once-hard work was in vain, I really wanted to shed some tears for him.
Because the viewing process of this movie is too long. Now I only remember some fragments at the end of the movie. The boy ran to explain to the girl that he did not do what he promised her for a reason, and said, "I think you should leave him and follow me immediately after I explain it." His expression was both determined and worried. As a result, the girl did not follow him. The boy lowered his head and walked through the crowd and through all the idle sounds. He just wanted to stay away from the scene and the words just said as far as possible.
Dear boy, the reality is certainly not as good as imagined. How could it be so easy to meet a girl who understands your stubbornness and kindness, bravery and panic, and can follow you with a light nod. No matter how beautiful the kiss photos that cover the entire wall, they are just photos. You are in your dreams. Outside of the dream, in the world without you, everyone is still living unharmed.
I thought it was so sad at the end. Enough emotion has been brewing anyway. I waited for END to appear on the screen.
Then. Happy ending appeared. The dear girl appeared in front of the dear boy, holding the dog that made her allergic, with an expression of "I just like raising dogs, even if I am allergic to it". It was this expression that made her his Happy ending. He really met the girl who was a little different.
Or this is the difference between film and reality. What's wrong with giving the audience a happy ending. Finally, you can be fortunate that this is a long and tortuous dream. Imagination has not been swallowed by reality, but someone can become the lucky person who realizes the imagination and live a happy life from then on.
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