I never thought that I could cry watching such a movie.
The first cry was in the summer palace, when Pope Francis sat at Pope Benedict's piano and listened to him play a lullaby. Pope Francis was brought back to Buenos Aires 60 years ago by this melodious ditty. There was a cheerful melody in his ears, and a charming beauty in his arms. In those warm and beautiful years, there was no sin and redemption, only The most sincere and intense love. Half a century has passed, and time has washed everything into an upgraded silent film, a soft sigh that dissipates in the wind.
The second crying point, in the small room of the Sistine Chapel, Pope Benedict shouted, "I believe in God! I Pray to God! Silence!" and when he heard the voice of the Lord again, it was Pope Francis' voice. The Pope is a profession that I have never understood, but from the presentation of the film, he has bodyguards, guards, summer palaces and private jets, enjoys the worship of billions of people, and has the protection of religious law, he could have been in prison. Hold on tight to power and live your life arrogantly. But he was not in love, he did not use faith as a means of gaining power, but treated his faith and his loyalty to the Lord devoutly. I don't know how much glorified it is (after all, people are still alive), but for a man at the top of power, or even the right to interpret the world, let him admit that he has been abandoned by the times and no longer in control The truth is not something ordinary people can do.
The third crying point was the hug after the two danced the tango. This hug is like the one that the young Pope Francis and his teacher had before the Mass. It was a generational change of reconciliation, relief, and dust settlement. It was Pope Benedict's letting go of his self-obsessedness, and it was Pope Francis' love for more. great responsibility. Immediately afterwards, Pope Benedict announced his retirement in Latin. He was hunched almost huddled on the golden throne, wearing reading glasses, his hands holding the manuscript trembling slightly, and he calmly read his decision. At that moment, He looked so fragile, so tired, so old.
Pope, a position that has nothing to do with my life. But a good movie, in the final analysis, is about people. How do we deal with our relationship with the world: how do we deal with the mistakes and regrets we have left behind? How do you think about your current position in the era and your relationship with the crowd? How do you measure your responsibilities in the future? Even as wise and devout as the Pope, they are facing the same troubles, their view of the world is limited, and we should always be vigilant, humble, introspective, and able to correct ourselves.
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