To the mountains, to the sea, to the distance

Viviane 2022-04-19 09:02:36

Let's start with the scene at the end of the film, which made me cry.
An old man who smiled and showed his dentures, still in good spirits, rode a bicycle. Beside him, there were a group of young people and a group of middle-aged people. At the same time, the subtitles are played: It turns out that they are the prototype characters of the film. Through the victory of this competition, they went to college, and their relatives have never completed high school. After going through their different lives, many of them choose to go back to their hometown school to become a teacher. And their old coach has been guiding groups of teenagers to run towards their future and distance.
In the cross-editing of reality and film, teenagers and middle-aged, I finally found a kind of touching power in this ordinary and neat inspirational sports movie.

Run it!

The dust of the youth , the poisonous sunshine, and the barren town. Opposite the school is the prison. Residents are rarely white. After accidentally clashing with students, the coach played by Kevin Costner is "assigned" to this remote local school. When he first came to the town, he remained vigilant and suspicious of everything. However, when his neighbor welcomed him with a chicken, a new chapter in his life began.
The students who were engaged in high-intensity work and rushed home from school attracted the attention of the coach. So under his efforts, a team of seven was formed. They lost the first match because they were not familiar with mountain roads.
On the hill where the crops were being dried, Captain Thomas ran again and again almost in a fit of anger. He didn't believe his fate would be changed by running. But the coach saw unwillingness in his eyes. "If you jump off the bridge, you can't run again." Perseverance is better than giving up. When Thomas raised his head to look at the coach again, his fighting spirit rekindled.
After successfully qualifying for the state game, the coach took the players to a sea where they had never been before. Under the gentle sunset, the messy footprints on the beach, and the laughter splashing in the waves, these children do not know that they have run out of the new world on their own feet. They never have to describe their training as hard. For them, the hardships of life are innate, and they taste another sweetness from the bitterness.
Other runners run to gain honor; they run to change their destiny.
Perhaps the charm of sports competition is that it allows you to see a self with another possibility. When you hold your breath, you will feel that you are alone in the world. At that moment, your opponent in the race is fate.

This peace of mind is my hometown

. On the coach, I feel a word - this peace of mind is my hometown.
The original words came from Su Dongpo. After the officialdom was frustrated, he was repeatedly demoted to a distant frontier, desolate and desolate. But his literary splendor has since shined brightly.
At this point, how similar the coach is to Su Shi, they both found the value and destination of their lives in a remote and barren place.
The difference is that the coach declined the invitation to teach at the senior high school and chose to stay in McFarland to teach batch after batch of children here to run. The simple town folk customs and the warm and sincere residents portrayed in the film may be the reasons that attract him. But I think what's more important is that here he sees that he has the ability to change others, pure love and dedication make him feel the burst of passion and the evergreen of his dreams like never before.
At the end of the film again, the coach's kind smile freezes, and a distant but not lonely road stretches out in front of him. Faces of immature or vicissitudes face the scorching sun and face the distance.
To the mountains, to the sea, to the distance.

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McFarland, USA quotes

  • Maria Marisol: [reading Jose Cardenas's paper] We fly like blackbirds through the orange groves, floating on a warm wind. When we run, we own the earth. The land is ours. We speak the birds' language. Not immigrant no more. No stupid Mexicans. When we run, our spirits fly. We speak to the gods. When we run, we are the gods.

  • Maria Marisol: Welcome to McFarland, Blanco.