Of course, I love this kind of movie very much ---- having an intersection with people who are originally irrelevant in life, seeing another world with another attitude, examining oneself through others, and then obtaining liberation and release, finding freedom and tolerance, Find the most important things in life.
But the world is not that simple.
Walter was a pitiful and disgusting old man, like my dead grandfather—a stodgy, conservative, out-of-this-world intellectual living in a backwater environment. He has been teaching "Socioeconomics of Third World Countries" for twenty years, and the years have consumed all his enthusiasm, and the widow has made him even more unhappy. If fate hadn't arranged for an accident, the rest of his life would be so closed and lonely, with no new hobbies, new friends, and new rhythms.
Destiny said, "You have no talent for playing the piano, go and play the drums." So Walter met Tarek and Zainab - a passionate young man from Syria who loves African drums and sees music as his life and an independent character and a strong heart A Senegalese girl who is skilled at craftsmanship, but in the judicial process, in the file form, all those attributes were ignored and erased. This couple has only one title: illegal immigrants. "No identity" is their only identity.
When the "third world" that Walter is familiar with has just changed from those macroscopic and theoretical data to real individual life, into a lively jumping note, his "third world" friends into the detention center.
There are a lot of awkward embarrassments in the movie: Tarek came to New York because of the drumbeat of love for freedom, and he lost his freedom for this reason; the people who detained and guarded the Tareks are all people of color, they are also the bottom of society---- It's just the bottom "with ID card"; the immigration poster says "The strength of America, America Immigrants", but Immigrants is their biggest headache; a mild and friendly middle-class woman is interested in asking Zainab's hometown is happy to tell her: I've been to Cape Town, it's beautiful!
The furthest distance in the world is not from Damascus to New York, but I tell you I am from Senegal, where you thought it was South Africa.
Real life doesn't need special sarcasm to be embarrassing. Pride and prejudice are everywhere, and we are all visitors who misunderstand ourselves as hosts.
Walter was sitting in the subway station holding the drum, ignoring the indifference and curiosity around him, the sign behind him said: Broadway to the left, Lafayette. St to the right, and he just sat there, hitting and hitting, Hit... use up all the helplessness, anger, loss, regret.
He knew that -- in a free city in a free country, it was the only way to freedom.
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