Deja Vu, impressed.
This little girl named Marjane likes Bruce Lee, talks to God, says she is a future prophetess, has a strong family politics, likes to listen to stories, is rebellious, kind, smart, can act calmly or radically, and is sentimental and hesitant Absolutely...
Her truth is given by the special background of Iran, and it is related to that time and space. As an ordinary citizen of today, her authenticity only stems from her personal and specific growth experience. The heavy essence is expressed in light leaps. It seems a little bit of pain, a little bit of helplessness, a little bit of sadness and infinite firmness. The so-called firmness is nothing more than maintaining a sense of inner balance in the busy and bumpy life. We are small and we are looking for an unknown return date between these two points.
One more scene, go downstairs. The father pulled up little Marjane, and the family hurried down the corridor. There were anxious creatures on the corridor and down the corridor. The little shadow moved down in the dark and dark light. Eyes open, like someone who has been blind for a long time suddenly sees light. This light hit the eyes naked, a small group, not bright, but enough to burn the fragile sight.
I like this kind of animation that can't help but make people daydream. It seems like an understatement to talk about politics, talk about life, talk about love and talk about freedom, but it is actually like a ball of soft cotton, warm in the throat, unable to breathe or make a sound.
Another title of the movie is "Jasmine Life". Grandma Marjane likes to stuff her bra with jasmine petals, and she always has a faint fragrance on her body. Putting this in real life, in my opinion, it will be somewhat hypocritical, which is different from wiping perfume with intention. But when the little petals rotate and spread out in the pure black background of the bitmap, and float up gently, you seem to smell the fragrance in the silence when you are stupidly facing the screen.
How can I live as fragrant as jasmine? In this turbid city, on the dull face of passers-by, I proudly exist in my spirit, and occasionally I see the same indifferent face, my own face, on the passing car window glass. do you know? Maybe this is a state of life alert, have to. Perhaps that lonely fragrance is only in the dark night, when the huge head supports the drooping eyelids, and a small branch of the jasmine tree seeps out from the heart, giving a faint fragrance.
There is a vague nostalgia for traditional Chinese animation, and such local characteristics only exist on certain occasions, certain pictures or certain mascots. It's a bit uncomfortable to think about, after all, local animation with Chinese characteristics has affected more than one generation. Where are they now?
The growth, which is closely related to time, often pauses for a while, shaking the past illuminated by the sun on his body, and suddenly picking up the left dust fragments. I really miss the period of flipping through old comic strips. In the comic booklet, Xiao Duoduo said to the toothless grandma, when I grow up, I will buy you Transformers.
When I grow up...
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