I love purple houses and pink skies that only seem to be seen in California. Gigantic sculptures stand next to the motel, especially intimidating and surreal, the helicopters that only hear the sound, and the castle that can only be reached in a dream? I was so embarrassed to see Moonee cry at the end, it really seemed to force me out of the fictional reality of the movie , as if all the accents, tricks, rebellions, and stubbornness that imitated adults in the front were blue and pink bubbles in the movie, and only that moment of crying is the vulnerable self who takes off the disguise. While at the same time, we pity the childhood in which wonders, innocence, naivete, curiosity all become part of protective mechanisms, define the only correct parenting style and carefree childhood, forget the unrestrained arrogance in such childhood, freedom is still There is endless joy, like nothing I shouldn't have or can't get.
Yea, but I fucking had fun.
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