reality movie

Pasquale 2022-04-23 07:02:25

Because my father himself had a brain stem hemorrhage, worse than a stroke, not just half paralyzed, anne's performance was a little bit worse. Slurred speech, drooling, unable to hold things in hand. It is very easy to understand by watching this movie. In the play, both of them are 80 years old, they are both literate people, and their economic situation is not bad. This drama is more romantic and beautiful, but the reality is actually very bloody. Just like George slapped Anne, it has been slapped countless times in reality. My mother has been taking care of my paralyzed father for more than 3 years. She has not hired a nurse. She has been in bed 24 hours a day, eating and drinking. Even though they used to clamor for giving up, no matter, committing suicide, but the days are still struggling from infinite despair little by little. It's not easy for my mother. I couldn't get in touch by phone once, and I thought she and my dad committed suicide. Birth, old age, sickness and death are really a test of human nature. This drama is hard to get rid of whether it is a nurse or a family member. I don't know what the director has experienced, but the portrayal is very human. In life, taking care of yourself is the responsibility of others. After watching this movie, I will continue to take my father to exercise tomorrow morning, and I will go back to work to earn money in a few days.

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Amour quotes

  • Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral?

    Georges: Nothing, presumably.

  • Georges: [telling a childhood memory] ... some banal romance or other about a nobleman and a lower middle-class girl who couldn't have each other and who then, out of sheer magnanimity, decide to renounce their love - in fact, I don't quite remember it any more. In any case, afterwards I was thoroughly distraught, and it took me a bit of time to calm down. In the courtyard of the house where grandma lived, there was a young guy at the window who asked me where I'd been. He was a couple of years older than me, a braggart who really impressed me. "To the movies," I said, because I was proud that my grandma had given me the money to go all alone to the cinema. "What did you see?" I started to tell him the story of the movie, and as I did, all the emotion came back. I didn't want to cry in front of the boy, but it was impossible; there I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.

    Anne: So? How did he react?

    Georges: No idea. He probably found it amusing. I don't remember. I don't remember the film either. But I remember the feeling. That I was ashamed of crying, but that telling him the story made all my feelings and tears come back, almost more powerfully than when I was actually watching the film, and that I just couldn't stop.

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