To put it simply, it’s [See the big from the small]. Use a lot of seemingly boring and meaningless little things to pile up and piece together the plot, and finally deepen the theme on this. This is a very clever approach. If you come directly to the climax, you will have a moment of breathlessness, and the accumulation of bits and pieces will find that the unintentional infiltration of emotion is stronger than anything else.
The British have their own humorous system, their own narrative techniques, and their own unique and touching ways. Like in "Filo Mena", the chattering old lady said that a lot of magic is limited to her own enchantment and she didn't seem to have thought about it for others to understand-talk about the movie, the whole movie is almost her Stand-up comedy-I took the trouble to talk to the Indian staff of the restaurant, I took the trouble to tell the male lead the details of the story in the book, and turned my head to naughtily ask for a drink when I learned that the drink on the plane was free of money... You can't tell these things. The little details that have any meaning all show the cuteness and innocence of this old woman, slowly deepening the fullness of the character. There’s no way, I grew up in a monastery, with little knowledge and knowledge, so I was so confused and wasted that youth, and now I’ve met a well-educated male protagonist who can embark on a journey that he never even dared to think of. She feels that her life is really about to be fulfilled.
I think a big highlight of this movie is that the boundaries between right and wrong, right and wrong, seem to be very blurred and blurred. Is Philomena's time in the monastery so strong that she has degenerated in hatred? The most pitiful thing is that when she learned that it was the monastery who made the two mother and daughter missed the meeting, she couldn't even make waves in her heart. Do we believe in God? If there really is a God, why should a mother who loves each other so deeply and his son so bleakly and sadly? If there is really a God, why bother to direct a sad farce? It's not that we don't believe in God, but God didn't let us think that he really existed. A mother who loves her son so deeply, she shook her hand after she learned that the hero and her son had spoken, even after saying "Hi" to each other, she immediately smiled and her eyes were wet. I didn't think it was funny, on the contrary. Very sad. After she negotiated with the monastery and learned the truth, she didn't make a big quarrel, but put a little god on the tombstone silently weeping. Hey, I really feel so sad and sad to see this place, and also feel so ironic, hey, love is so great, why make yourself so humble?
Fifty years is really very long. Fifty years can change the rise and fall of a country, and 50 years can dissolve the hatred of a nation. However, 50 years cannot dilute the love of a mother for her son. no.
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