In fact, I have never been a fan of cartoons, and I always feel that it cannot express the rich facial expressions and complex expressions in the eyes. Until the last six months or so, I was brainwashed and found that many animation worlds cannot be expressed by real people. Take, for example, the heartwarming simplicity of this clay animation.
The entire animation is dark tones, with occasional touches of red, such as Mary's lipstick-stained red lips, or Max's red tassels on her head. They are all lonely people, each other is the only color in each other's world. There is no dialogue, only slightly absurd little details interspersed between ordinary life, as well as narration from beginning to end, without emotion, without thinking. 44-year-old autistic fat New Yorker tells 8-year-old Australian girl with low self-esteem: You are my best friend, you are my only friend. Tears of the collection sent. Max was never considered normal, but his soul shone when he sent Mary the letter he sent with his signal of forgiveness.
The reason i forgive you is because you are not perfect.
You are imperfect, and so am i.
All humans are imperfect, even the man outside my apartment who litters.
When i was young, i wanted to be anybody but myself.
Dr Bernard Hazelhof said if i was on a desert island then i would have to get used to my own company – just me and the coconuts.
He said i would have to accept myself, my warts and all, and that we don't get to choose our warts.
They are a part of us and we have to live with them.
We can, however, choose our friends and i glad i have chosen you.
Dr Bernard Hazelhof also said the everyone's lives and like a very long sidewalk.
Some are well paved.
Others, like mine, have cracks, banana skins and cigarette butts.
Your sidewalk is like mine but probably not as many cracks.
Hopefully, one day our sidewalks will meet and we can share a can of condensed milk.
You are my best friend.
You are my only friend.
"I forgive you because you're not perfect, you have flaws, and so do I. No one's perfect, not even the man littering at the door of my apartment. When I was little, I wanted to be anyone but me , Dr. Bernard Haashof said that if I was on an island, then I must get used to being with myself, only myself and the coconut, he said that I must accept myself, my shortcomings and my whole, we We can't choose our faults, they are a part of us and we have to adapt to them. But we can choose our friends, and I'm glad I chose you. Everyone's life is a long trail, some neat, some Like mine, with cracks and banana peels and cigarette butts, your trail is like mine, but not as many cracks as mine. Hopefully someday your trails and mine will intersect and that’s when we can share a can of condensed milk. You are my best friend. You are my only friend."
Like all the unpredictable little details of the film, when Mary finally walked up to Max, Max had left peacefully that morning, head up and face To Mary's letter ironed flat on the ceiling.
Max is such a happy person, all his life goals have been achieved, he can't finish eating chocolate, his favorite cartoon puppet, and, a real friend.
I really like that little episode in the movie, Que Sera Sera, it's a lovely wise little tune.
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