In the eyes of the world, she is a peasant girl with clumsy behavior, unremarkable appearance and mild mental retardation. She doesn't have any craftsmanship, and she can't even cook well. Her mother sold her to Zambano, a gypsy for 10,000 lire. For the sake of her four younger sisters, she was weak and did not resist. She just knelt silently by the sea and looked at the boundless sea. From then on, the suffering of life was like waves. attacked her. In the future, every time she was bullied and wronged, her face always showed this expression of wanting to cry and laugh, which made her heart hurt. She has since wandered around in Zambano's caravan, acting as his assistant - a clown with a face mask. She thought he needed her and silently gave everything for him. He never took her seriously, beat and scolded her at will, and often left her to find other women.
During her wandering career, she met a clown walking on a tightrope wearing angel wings. For the first time in her life, she felt the taste of being cared for and respected. The Joker's remarks rekindled her confidence and hope—every stone counts, and if she leaves Zambano, no one will take care of him. She loves Zambano unconditionally and sees her love as his salvation. She gathered her strength and forged a strong shield for herself with her love for him. She refused the charity of benevolent people, the courtship of clowns, and the retention of nuns-because she was afraid that once she accepted the kindness of everyone, she would lose the courage to fight against fate.
There is no long-lasting commitment, and there is no warmth in the ear and temples, only the long and dusty road in the distance. Perseverance in love is like a little candle in the dark. Although it is weak, it is a bright light, leading us to move forward in the empty world. Only love can give us the courage to face the bleak life. Each of us does our own way—perhaps each of us is Jesomina, and each of us is the young nun who is searching for the answer to life every day.
Her face, a little funny and a little dazed, was like a born clown--despite her unsatisfactory circumstances, she was single-mindedly hoping to bring joy to others. Others call her a stupid girl, but she has an extraordinary musical talent. The tune she played in the monastery made both the nun and the always indifferent Zambano moved. This piece of music is exactly the piece that the clown played on the violin at the beginning, and she had already learned to play it at some point. She seldom bemoans her fate, but tears roll down her cheeks when parting with the clown and saying goodbye to the nun. Masina's timely performance made people feel sad. Until long after the end of the film, Jesomina's innocent and sad face reappeared again and again, and along with the song that sighed in the sky, it lingered in my heart.
As the Joker predicted, he was a man who would die young. The clown is killed by Zambano, and the body and car are thrown into the river. The Joker was the only good person who understood her, but died at the hands of the man she thought she loved deeply. The cruel joke played by fate completely defeated her. Zambano, worried that her deliriousness would become a burden, quietly left behind a blanket, a few clothes, a little change, and the trumpet. She slept beside the road, the warm sunlight shone on her body, her face was serene and content, and she was ignorant of the reality of being abandoned. Seeing this, I wish she would sleep forever and never wake up again.
Years later, Zambano, who has shown an old-fashioned appearance, is still driving that old and dusty motorcycle, performing his ridiculous skills, and there are many coquettish female assistants by his side. When he learned of Jesomina's death, he was drunk in a tavern and made trouble, and came to the beach in despair, he suddenly woke up. She was the best gift God gave him in his life, but he never knew how to cherish it. The most precious thing in life has been lost, and along with his youth and strong physique, he will never return - he finally burst into tears, and the sound of music resounded again, like a heavenly father looking sadly at the earth for some unknown reason. And the toil and bustle of all living beings - my tears could not help slipping quietly at this moment.
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