Then dance, dance, dance, dance, as if forgetting everything, as if a fire was burning in your chest, as a free bird, as an electric current.
The stubborn little boy is dancing, depressed, angry, kicking happily, swinging his arms, spinning, but full of emotion and vitality.
Every character is good and beautiful.
Weird little boys and girls, hazy feelings, just awakened age. Adults who don't leave their hands and grandma who are unconscious, middle-aged and old, hearts and memories, good movies originally told so many stories in a limited number of shots.
I really liked that when Ratio left home, grandma hugged him tightly and pushed him away again, resisting his trembling body with sadness; the two chatted on the bench and fell to the ground together, as close as Mufasa and Simba were. Playful, when they finally parted, the bad-tempered father hugged the scale and cried; the elder brother took out two fingers from his pocket through the car window, silently "i will miss you"; and the eleven-year-old billy, slapped on his stomach The cry of the window "i don't know what's that"...
What a good movie, every time Swan Lake appears, it is appropriate, and the real words are endless. In the beautiful music, in the faint smoke and blank space, everyone's story is stunned.
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