This movie is poisonous, I keep thinking about it after watching it.
Spoilers below.
The plot is actually very simple. I thought there would be at least a long stage of the Tour de France. Chapin is also a hero, like Luca in Sunny Summer. However, the French are real. The amateur (hard-working) players were still pulled off by the large team in the alpine stage of the Tour de France, and stayed in the finishing team, which was not even visible in the TV broadcast. So, the boxers in the United States have a chance. Overturned the medical cart, took the people away, and then the grandmother started the big rescue. Begins the story of the bright lights on the other side of the Atlantic.
There are down-and-out great artists (pointing to the question), empty homesick French people who made money in a foreign land, and bicycle rally + gambling games created by theater owners to enrich the entertainment life of the masses.
There are few lines, and the animation is accurate, such as twisting the legs with the stirring rod, weighing the scales, news on the train, various dreams. The movie is full and you can always grab a few points.
Apart from these, there is a universal emotion: family. In other words, unconditional love. From the first scene to the last scene, in the suburban courtyard of Paris, there are pictures of grandma on the walls, group photos and so on. When I was little, when our family didn't have so many moyens, my mother would take me to see my grandmother on a bicycle and go to my aunt's house. We set off in the morning, walked out of the edge of the city, it was basically noon, and then we had lunch before climbing the hill. I sometimes lose my temper, but I am actually thirsty and tired, making my mother angry and helpless. After arriving at my grandmother's house, my grandfather would help us repair the car, and then take out all kinds of small things that were made. The bracelets made of delicate decorations carved from peach stones are my favorite. So that every time I eat peaches, I will save the peach pits to bring to my grandfather. My mother's bicycle has a beam that I can't cross, so I can only push the bicycle and shake it on one side. We didn’t go far, but at most we went to see our fields and what good things we planted, or went to harm the winter watermelon seedlings in the north and south along the Xiagou. My grandfather would occasionally take me to the market on a bicycle to buy things. The mayor of the market doesn’t remember anything at all. Every time I went back, I would always fall asleep. My grandfather was afraid that I would fall, so he could only push the car away. When I got home, it was dark and I was scolded by my grandmother.
During the years of studying abroad, my grandfather and grandmother left one after another. My uncle demolished the old house, and all that was left was the family portrait on the wall. And the memory of the three-good student awards posted on the wall once.
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