Forrester said, the black boy with a bright heart, nodding his head, he not only understood, but also realized the wide audience with his natural keenness of language, so he not only gave it away After taking the white girl a copy of "Avalon Landing", she was caught off guard and sent Forrester to the stadium in the scene of memories. In my mind, this is the beginning of the visitor's climbing up the door to the soul.
As far as the many movies I have watched, this movie is simple and clear in terms of film structure, screen design, and story metaphor. One main line runs through to the end, and the other side branches are extremely simple. It is worth mentioning that the picture is cut cleanly and cleanly, and it is a fresh one on its own. In short, this all seems to be a little movie with a slightly old theme. What makes it so touching?
The story begins with a teenager's exploration. The two people met because they dropped their schoolbags. Such encounters seem to be elaborate and deliberate. Two people who are completely different regardless of age, race, class and social status are put together by the director with great effort to create an opening scene where the golden wind and jade meet each other. The connection between the two in the story lies in literature, but if it is only literature, it cannot support such a story.
Since ancient times, the literati who are famous and Confucian scholars have always been wayward and weird. From the visit to Dai on a snowy night in the Wei and Jin Dynasties to the determination of Guowei and Gu Hongming of the Republic of China to stay braid, all are stubborn and reckless characters, and Forrester in the film is no exception. This old man who has not been out for nearly 50 years only opened the window to wipe the dirt, and only watched the birds through the window. He became famous as a teenager, but he only had one book in his life. This solitary and independent old man locked his heart, and the outside world seemed like a mirrored picture to him, unintentionally coming and going. Until one day, a black boy drove straight in and broke this peaceful illusion. The boy said that he was born in Bronx, a place where the police would not even dare to enter after nightfall. The boy is a gifted student, especially good at literature. However, due to the relationship of friends, he only plays basketball. So the old man understood that they are the same, they have the same inner and soul, and are full of the same troubles and distress. Probably most literati have varying degrees of trouble with the motif of human affection and sophistication. The old man said that he was tired of the endless comments made by the world. Isn't this an evasion of the worldliness, and the young man seems to have a passion for basketball, and he always covers up and avoids talking about achievements and literature. In this way, the contact and collision between the spirit and the flesh is like Adam being taken out of his ribs. The city in the middle of the night begins to rain, and the shells dive heavily into the warm sea, with a kind of sour and saturated satisfaction. They began to talk about each other, and they were happy to forget the year. After years, years and months, until the surprise in the stadium, that heart door was finally opened.
The visitors have been hesitating for a long time, but the people in the house have long been unwilling. What kind of world are we in? Indifferent or boring, many people are cautiously full of suspicion inside the door, fearing that outside the door is the bayonet of humanity, the horn of the world, and the unbearable lightness of life. Forrester and Jamel are both visitors and insiders, but they finally mustered up the courage to open the closed door of the soul. When Forrester gave that speech for Jamel, they also got their own fulfillment, one facing the world directly. One is through literature. If you don't open that door, how can you know that rotten flesh can grow muscle, poor soil can also rejuvenate, and on top of the decayed bones, you can bloom fresh and beautiful flowers.
Rather than saying that this is a story of a Maxima meeting Bole, it is better to say that this is a chapter of mutual salvation and mutual redemption. The director puts good hopes and hopes in this apartment. At the same time, it probably also hints that everyone in the world is locked in their hearts, and everyone has to sweep away the snow, but the desolation of the world is full of frost and frost. In the final analysis, this is still a illusory story like a mirror.
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