Yes and no.
In addition to nostalgia and love, I also see a kind of confusion about finding a sense of belonging.
The rhythm of the film is very slow, and there is almost no drama, so that those who watch "Brooklyn" for various purposes such as the American Dream, inspirational films, romantic dramas, etc. can't help but give up the show halfway through.
The story tells the story of a low-status heroine who lives in a small town in Ireland. With the help of her sister and a New York priest, she travels across the ocean to Brooklyn, New York, to start a new life in a completely different modern city. Just when she overcame her nostalgia, integrated into the life in New York, and gained career, friends, and love at the same time, she received the sad news that her sister passed away due to illness. She is back home in Ireland again. Home is still the same home, but the people around me have changed. Because of the aura of "American Return", everyone treated her like a guest, and even the choice of a second love appeared.
Should I stay in Ireland as a gentleman, or be a stranger in New York?
I think that's the question "Brooklyn" wants to ask.
The movie is bland, so bland it's almost real. Countless details reminded me of the self who studied in the United States, and this may be what moved me.
This feeling of realism comes from the fear of going through U.S. customs.
"You have to keep your eyes open and act like you know where you're going, and you have to think like an American." The first time I went to the United States, I waited for the customs to stamp the American stamp on my passport. It's not like this pretending to be calm, in fact, my heart is a mess, for fear that I will be deported before stepping into this country.
This sense of reality appears in thoughts that have nowhere to go.
When I first arrived, faced with unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar environments, my nostalgia was infinitely magnified. Countless nights burst into tears because I missed my family, but no one could help relieve it except myself.
This sense of realism arises from unexpected cultural differences.
In the movie, the heroine went to the beach with her Italian boyfriend for the first time on vacation. At that time, Americans would put on their swimsuits first, and then take off their coats at the beach to swim in the water. The Lord helped to cover her with a towel to change her clothes. This drama was staged again when the heroine returned to her hometown again. I remembered the first time I went to an American home to spend Thanksgiving with them. I was also curious about the way they give gifts, build houses with gingerbread, pray before meals, etc. After praying, everyone should share what they encountered recently. The things and thinking made me feel a little uncomfortable.
This sense of reality comes from the reluctance to leave when returning home.
Life in New York has polished the heroine from autistic to cheerful and elegant. So when she came back to Ireland from America, she seemed to be radiating light all over her body. There are the most familiar old people here, the company that treats her as a guest of honor, and everything that spoils her. I think, if it weren't for the fact that she was found to have secretly married in the United States, the heroine would not have made up her mind to leave Ireland.
When the movie is here, it is the place where I feel the deepest sympathy, because this is also the most confusing choice faced as an international student.
Everyone wants to be taken care of. Hometown means a carefree little life, and the United States is a place that needs to overcome obstacles to harvest happiness. You can always live a small life without lofty goals in your hometown, or you can always grit your teeth and endure hardships in the United States, but when you suddenly return to your cared hometown from a far away place where you grit your teeth and endure hardships, you have to give up all these comfortable and warm lives. Back to the state of fighting alone again, how many people can be completely unattached?
At least I can't. It’s just a month after returning to China from winter vacation. I have fun and good food every day. I have the meticulous care of my parents. I can get along with my lover day and night. I don’t have to deal with it alone when I get seriously ill. So the day before I returned to the United States, I thought that I would not be able to eat my mother's food for more than a year, and I would have to endure a long-distance relationship for more than a year, and I had to go to the hospital to fight the disease. pause.
In the United States, it is true that you can come into contact with more fresh and fashionable cultures and academic knowledge at the forefront, but after all, there is a sense of loneliness that "you don't belong here". This feeling of loneliness, no matter how much network, no matter how good a job, no matter how many friends, can't be filled.
It was only later that I realized that it was a sense of belonging.
So, really can't blame the heroine in the distance. Can't call her a green tea bitch.
How much perseverance is required to go in the direction with the greatest resistance!
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