After watching this movie, I wanted to tell my friends what kind of miracle I witnessed, but I found that I couldn't express my emotion in one or two words, or even one or two sentences. So, I wrote this topic.
I think of my dad. He drove a car all his life, worked as a driving school instructor, drove a taxi, and finally drove a bus until retirement. He's skilled and calm, and I've never heard of him having an accident with his car, even a scratch. He has almost all the good old traditions in one. He is thrifty, hard and simple, dedicated to his work, filial to his parents, and pays attention to his family. I bought myself a new suit. In my impression, he always wears that blue uniform with a cigarette in his mouth, sitting at home watching TV, or tinkering with his car repair tools on the balcony outside. He is not good at words, or rather, does not like to talk. When I was young, I would often chat with him. No matter what I said, the final conclusion would always be that he would say to me, "Study hard and save your parents some food." In fact, he didn't care what I said. I was a naughty child. I skipped classes, went to Internet cafes, didn’t do my homework, and sometimes he would beat me, but every time I did something impulsive, he would come over to smooth things out, and I would be silent beside me.
The only time I remember seeing my dad cry was when I was in college. I took the high-speed train to school, and fell asleep on the way. When I arrived at the station, I found that my wallet was missing. There was 2,000 cash and all my documents in it. I searched the whole car in a frenzy, but I actually knew in my heart that it was impossible to find. . Later, when I got home and told my dad about it in a disheartened manner, he lectured me as usual, "Your heart is too big, you can lose your big wallet", "How many times have I told you, Be careful not to lose things when you take the high-speed train.” The usual conversation content suddenly blew me up at this moment. I seemed to think of all the grievances I had suffered in my life at that moment. The blood rushed from my whole body to the top of my head. I jumped up from the chair, "I told you this is not for you to scold me! I've had enough! Understand! I've had enough!" Immediately afterwards, I almost instinctively put me next to me That door was kicked and I was never in a hurry with my dad. In fact, I already thought I didn't care if he was angry, but I don't know what happened that day. After I finished speaking hysterically, he was completely stunned, as if he had seen a devil, his mouth was slightly open, and he was speechless. After a while, he opened his mouth, "Dad didn't mean that", he swallowed, "Dad is most afraid of you being wronged", I felt a slight twitch in him, "I would rather be wronged myself than want you to be here I was wronged outside." After I finished speaking, I looked at him, his tears fell uncontrollably, and I said, "I know, I understand."
I didn't expect the 1948 movie to be so close to us. In Anton's body, it seems that a microcosm of a poor family can be seen. The unreasonable demands of society on them. A bicycle, a car, or even a house, a father who wants to support the whole family, a child who uses his father as his spiritual support, a wife who always silently supports him behind his back, an unreasonable boss, a Accidents have made things worse again and again, and they have been isolated and missed time and time again. In my opinion, The Bicycle Thief intervenes in the essential problems of this society. Our families, our parents, our children, and ourselves are too small and vulnerable in the face of this society. There is no doubt that it is difficult to drive a car without accidents, it is difficult to meet the material needs of children, it is difficult to let parents enjoy their old age, and it is even difficult to have a bicycle that allows Anton to work. Bad people will miss it. Your friends can't help you, passers-by are watching you everywhere, enemies are always on guard against you, and finally good people come to stop you.
The church bell only rings on Sundays, the goddess just wants to use her comforting words to exchange for a little money in your hand, the only witness to the crime is you, the passers-by onlookers advise you to be kinder, the police have no time to control you trivia. The child is hungry. Dad takes him to eat pizza. Dad is hungry. Who should I go to?
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