When I looked at it, I felt that although the image of the eldest son seemed to be quite typical, when I thought about it carefully, it was actually not that typical at all. He has grown up like this, and even the only love he got—mother’s love is selfishness. He has never seen love in his life, but he can be honest, kind, and gentle in heart, even if he is playful and lonely. Friendship can also treat younger siblings kindly at the same time, resolutely refuse the girl he likes to lend him money in some unbearable way, even in the face of temptation, even if he refuses friendship, he is reluctant to steal once. How could such a beautiful young man grow up in the mud? Let him protect his younger brothers and sisters in the innocent world even if he only has the power of a little bit.
The artist's wishful thinking is so beautiful, but it only looks beautiful. He knows that people need light, so he gave them such a young man, so that in all the misfortunes, there is still a trace of consolation that can convince himself.
However, the reality is always far greater than the mild version of the cruel story reflected in this wishful thinking. It is unbearable to watch, and unbearable to read.
I sincerely hope that the story that Hirokazu Kore-eda let us know can make such a cruel fact that no one knows continue to subtract. Let the angel look back again.
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