The French animated film released by Netflix at the end of last year was widely acclaimed. Appreciate it in the gap between the first report at the beginning of the new year, it is cool and tasteful.
This animation tells an interesting story. A severed hand escapes an unfortunate fate in a Paris laboratory and sets out to reconnect with the body. Severed hands battle pigeons and mice on a creepy adventure through the city just to be reunited with pizza boy Lawrence.
The fragmented fragment at the beginning is half of the newly awakened broken hand and half of the happy and ignorant childhood. The tone of childhood memories is gray, but the happiest part of the time, his father's knowledge and his mother's art have him entangled in the dream of an astronaut and a pianist. A fly is a sudden troublemaker in a harmonious life. The child is anxious to catch it, but has no choice but to watch him surround him and worry about it.
The experience of the severed hand in the laboratory is thrilling. With one eye on the sidelines, through the investigation of the staff, I climbed out of the window and looked at my destination - the towering steel bracket in the city.
So the animation is divided into two lines: the child's happy childhood came to an abrupt end in a car accident where both parents died, and was taken in by two stray men to run around in cool pizza delivery. This boring and helpless life is like the flies that once surrounded him, unable to escape, unable to break free, only wandering in the mud.
He met a girl while delivering food on a rainy night. They chat across the walkie-talkie on the 35th floor. In the pouring rain, I imagined that the sky was full of snow, so quiet and desolate, and suddenly the meaning of existence emerged. His mission seized the little bit of light that passed by to pursue it, became the apprentice of her elders, and approached her carefully and let her know herself again.
How much hope did he have at that time, so he could let the severed hand continue to avoid the bite and kill and firmly go back. He has no roots and no foundation, and hope is the astronaut he flew through, leading him to cross the high speed, cross the bracket, and comfort his own difficulties.
But even if he got close to his own body, he could never go back to the moment when he broke his hand for catching a fly.
So, in the cold wind, he asked himself what destiny was. Fate may be destined to occasionally strive to experience the leap from everything in the boundless helplessness. When the center of gravity hits the ground again, I can shout for the size that once fought so hard to make myself wantonly.
Ah, the soundtrack is beautiful!
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