The text is after the dividing line, and the area in front is my babbling section, which has nothing to do with the movie.
①The mainland was released, and all the demons and ghosts came out. Well, you don’t have to write a self-introducing message many times. I already know what you are. You are welcome to contact me to spit out lotus flowers on the other side of the line. I will definitely slap you to replace your disqualified mother and teacher to teach you that reading is not the same as eating shit.
②The man who used the sentence "Sure enough, they are generally female talents" in the comments, is there anything wrong with you? ? Do you like or dislike this kind of personal likes and dislikes? I still like death metal. If you don’t like it, you will be expelled from the male status? If you don't like it, you don't like it. No one forces you to like it.
③I actually waited for the show in the mainland one day, hahahaha, and I re-checked the schedule!
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Three brushes were achieved within a month, and the restlessness in my mind made me sit in front of the computer and start writing long-lost essays. -I am the tap of this movie, and my thoughts are very subjective and disorganized--Others are talking about dream love music, then I will talk about family suffering-"Sing Tong Street", this is the band name given by Hong Kong subtitles to Sing Street. "Chang Tongjie" in Cantonese means to publicize it. Of course, this is only when I went to google after spending five years in Hong Kong and still couldn't speak Cantonese well. But this name fits my first impression of Conor and his pheasant band. Isn't it just Form 2 + Sister-in-law, this formation really wants to "sing through the street" to let all Dublin know it. Especially the first cool and arrogant The Riddle of the Model created, the words of the fire tree and the silver flower, the thunderbolt mix and match style, and the arrogant arrogant disagreement when handing the tape to Raphina, it is just a blow. So young, you really understand it too well. To be honest, I felt that I was watching a passionate and inspirational youth song (dance) film from the American fan. The embarrassment that I don’t want to have a deep friendship, and the first half does have a lot of jokes, so I think it’s good to eat popcorn just so easily. Who knows, I still underestimated the aftermath of youth. I don't know how many people have had the experience of listening to their parents quarreling in a room through the door. I vaguely remember that when this happened, I was crying under the quilt, or rushing into the middle of them and yelling at them to stop. This is simply a thing of the past. My parents have long since become old husbands and wives, climbing mountains and driving together, and occasionally complaining to each other. Most of the time, I stand on the united front and talk about my marriage and future. But occasionally I think about it, an only child, no brothers and sisters, parents and home are heaven. But the sky is about to split, and there is not even a person who can talk about it. After all, this belongs to the category of "family ugliness cannot be publicized" to me. So seeing the three brothers and sisters playing vinyl discs, smoking, dancing, laughing, and protecting each other with the bonds of compatriots accompanied by the quarrel outside the door, I am really envious. What was very impressive was that the brothers sat on the stairs and chatted while watching their mother's back. "The trees were too high to block the way forward, so she retreated." When my brother said this, my mother was in an almost awkward vacation posture, supporting the steps with her backhand, wearing sunglasses, sipping wine, and flipping through the newspaper. , Sitting in the sun at his door. This scene is so peculiar but I seem to understand it again. This is a person, a person who has been resigned to his fate, but still a bit unwilling, in a short time of his own, doing his best to get rid of and forget the life composed of family, husband and children debts, basking in the sun that is already wet A moldy dream, I don't want it to die like this. It is life that kills dreams, people who love each other. How wrong, but how right. Raphina sighed, the love of parents is really strange. But what kind of love is not strange? What kind of love is not selfish? Love is a double-edged sword. It can make people happy or sad. This is happy-sad. The love between men and women is composed of dopamine, adrenaline and other kinds of chemical or magical things. It is a purer, stronger, and more arbitrary happy-sad. However, the love of the loved ones is eternally intertwined with blood, responsibility, obligation, and ethics. Sometimes they are unreservedly overwhelmed by thorns and caress not to harm the outside world; but sometimes they become thorns and become a stumbling block. The vine has become the initiator of pain. This kind of happy-sad, but I want to talk about it. Brother Brendan's type of food is very much my dish. Zhuang (note that it is strong, not fat), understands music, and comes casually without losing the depth of self. "Rock n Roll is a risk. You risk being ridiculed. "I can remember this for almost a year. So you can imagine him, a college student, a sprinter, high-spirited, good guitar, and sturdy girl. But now he has ended up with a dishevelled dropout poison that squatted at home. Friend. I watched the scene where Brendan was mad at Conor three times, and he burst into tears three times. If you say that he hates his parents and hates his brother, then I must scold you. From his understanding of his parents and his The support of my younger brother’s dreams can tell that this is a very emotional person, a person who loves this family very much. To tell a spoiler detail, one time the parents quarreled again late at night, Brendan heard the vagueness through the door. He can catch the clues of his mother’s affair. He is simply too sensitive and delicate. But such a young man who has not yet broken away from the field of youth is good at using laughter and irregularity against the authority of his parents and molesting his younger brothers and sisters. This kind of indifferent attitude is concealed, as skilled as an old fritters that has been tumbling for decades. Probably it is this loved one’s love that has hurt him time and time again, let him down too many times, so much so that He felt that he had no choice but to do not care. If he did not care, the pain would be less severe. If it was not, then he would numb himself, drop out of school, fly leaves, give up music, and even give up this heavy love. It’s easy to throw away. Even though parents can gag, smoke, and sleep like a okay person every time their parents quarrel, but when they really know that their marriage breaks down irretrievably, Brendan, who pretends to be calm, is actually early He was in a mess. And the dear brother in front of him who only thought about his performance, his unintentional words became the last straw to crush the camel (the dialogue spoilers below). Conor (the abnormal emotions of the brother) Confused): "What's the matter with you? Brendan: "I don't know, I'm just a little anxious now." Conor: "Why?" Brendan: "Because I haven't fly leaves for two days." Conor: "Why?" Brendan: "Because I want to do something serious for my own life." Conor (laughs incomprehensibly): "Why?" "I think this dialogue is absolutely perfect. It was this short confrontation that made my admiration for the director suddenly rise to the highest level. It stands to reason that these people, our parents, brothers and sisters, should be the closest people to us, the people we think we know best, but it happens that very often, this self-righteous understanding becomes the biggest misunderstanding. It's like a story encountered in elementary school reading and comprehension. Every time a mother eats fish, she takes away the fish head. The son thinks that his mother loves to eat fish head. It was not until many years later that he married a wife and had children, and realized that his mother was to save the fish to the children. . In the same way, Conor probably really thought that his eldest brother was such a cynical vinyl house in his bones. He was poisoned, listened to songs, and had a good time. The fluctuating mood at this time is really unreasonable. Brendan suddenly became different, but Conor's mind couldn't bend for a while, and he subconsciously questioned to express his incomprehension, but he hit the most painful scar of the eldest brother. Brendan's explosive confession touched me very much. His accusations of his parents and brother resonated with me. I am not afraid to expose my dark side. I think every child has more or less resentment towards their parents. Those resentments are mixed with love and become a knot in the heart. Brendan once had dreams, once had wings, once wanted to fly, but was stopped by his mother in the name of love. Counting on, when he was the only child, he must have experienced family sufferings that I couldn’t share with outsiders as I did when I was a child. The child who should have been blessed and was born alone acts as a glue for naive young parents. . Then he had younger brothers and younger sisters. He used the experience and lessons of his predecessors planting trees to protect and guide them. When Conor inherited his music path by chance, Brendan even gave it to him, even as if watching. There is so little hope of rekindling in the ashes of my dream. However, Conor, who was supported by him, didn't understand himself, misunderstood him, and even keenly felt such a little unintentional contempt. "You are walking on the road that I have developed well, but I am the fucking bull who pioneered the wasteland." "You just moved in my jet stream, but once I was the fucking jet engine.
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