The movie "Don't Tell Her" was recommended to me by Mo Bai before, but I never watched it. After attending my grandmother's funeral last Sunday, I suddenly wanted to watch it. When I watched it, I was moved by the small details in the film. So I made this broken thought record.
1. I don’t want to tell some people about the funeral. When I was in the hotel, the front desk asked Billi why he was going back to China. Billi replied that it was to participate in his cousin’s wedding (actually to see his grandmother with cancer). This scene reminded me of when the taxi driver asked me why I was going home on the way home. I didn’t want to answer that it was for the funeral, and I didn’t want to tell my colleagues in the company to hear them repeatedly mention the funeral. 2. The real energy eases the story in my play which mainly takes place in Changchun, but it gives me the feeling that it is happening around me. Some of the plots are unexpected, but also feel reasonable and inexplicably normal (for example, grandma asked the family to tell the story of Haohao and his girlfriend being acquainted for three months as half a year) Seeing Billi's father drunk and showing the red after taking off his pants When I was wearing underwear, I felt so cute (even though I lived in the United States for 25 years, I still subconsciously maintained the cultural behavior that Chinese people love to wear red underwear) Billi's mother's expression of emotional opinions about her father's death (no filial piety if you don't cry) kind of stabbed me. I didn't cry or even feel much sadness during the last week when I learned of my grandmother's death until she was buried. But when I watched the movie, I felt like crying. The mourning in the cemetery, offering tributes, burning paper, and the wish before bowing (except bowing, our family's custom is kowtow) is so familiar. Do you want to peel the oranges, pour Erguotou, tell Dad not to smoke, "He's already underground, you just let him smoke"... The real and familiar feeling stacked up by these little details can move me so much. 3. Gather our love with anchoring movements. I really like the sound of Billi shouting "ha" in the street at the end of the movie, which echoes the part when my grandmother taught Billi to exhaust stale air and breathe fresh air in the community. This group of movements carries the flow of culture, from grandma to granddaughter, from the community in Changchun to the streets of New York. I hope that each of us has a "ha" that belongs to us, can connect and carry our love. In daily life, give us comfort, give us warmth, and give us stability. make us live an active life.
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