Everything in the movie is like a warm current poured into my heart.
It's a movie that is defined as sci-fi, it reminds me of my childhood, and it makes me want to go back to the days when I could cheer. The movie is entirely from a child's point of view. Defined as science fiction, perhaps because it is a child's fantasy world. But the power is so powerful, so powerful that it makes me cry, warm tears. Little MAX's castle was destroyed, and the scene where he got along with his mother after venting his grievances at home, especially the moment when he was lying on the ground and looking at his mother from the gap between the corners of the table, the camera was simply touching to the depths of my soul. Maybe I am the only one out of 10,000 people who is sensitive to this lens. That feeling is like the afternoon sunshine pouring down from the fingers, and the memories forgotten in the Galaxy of Time become clearly visible like the sunshine, which is sour, astringent, and sweet.
A good film work, whether it is a work that affects an era, or a work that affects our own, is worthy of repeated appreciation, and will gradually become a culturally indispensable work. The following storyline is afraid of misleading everyone's view of the original film based on my level of writing, so I will stop here. Most of the movies I like to watch are those whose content can be connected with my experience in the cognitive world or can vent my emotions. This movie can definitely dig out the innocence hidden in our hearts or almost disappeared. The resonance is certain. The picture, soundtrack, and lines of the movie can be frozen into a poster every moment, every note can render a mood, and every sentence can express a state of mind. It is the most seamless combination of colors, pictures, music, lines and plot of the films I have seen in so long. What kills me the most is the soundtrack, the emotions are taken to the core, Karen O, you are so dick!
After talking about it, I was actually quite depressed yesterday, and another colleague was leaving the company. Not long ago, the departure of my two colleagues made me think about it on the phone to my dad after I was drunk, and only a few days ago I went back and read a previous log about my colleague's clutching and reunion, and sighed when I could Adapting to this phenomenon, I just said yesterday that I was trying to stop getting drunk, and it was the first time that I was able to let go of my depressed mood in a movie.
"King, what is your first order?"
"Let's start wild beasts!"
Everyone is his own king.
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