Why are you crying, because you can't get... an INFJ man like the male lead; this is one aspect.
More scenes in the movie, it feels like what happened to me, and it's so similar:
I'm often like my brother Madio, a bad guy who doesn't fit in, everyone gets together for Christmas, why can't you experience everyone's happy? You can see the truth of the matter very clearly, the pain point that is powerless to change... Watching friends suffer unexpectedly and unable to help... Even I have had the experience of finding someone to come to the door together like Madio's girlfriend...
This A story that happened in a distant, exotic, distant era, the undetected in my heart seems to have forgotten all the scenes, thinking that those things that never happened to me, I can't even think about what to recall, I don't even think about why I was moved, I was just conditioned to hold back tears. It seems that if I have to write something now, I will bury those things in the ground again.
I seem to remember when I used to draw, I didn't think about it or observe what I was drawing, I only saw what I was drawing, and I couldn't see how my hands were moving on the paper. On the contrary, what I painted at that time was most like a sense of release from the bottom of my heart.
Now writing is also, usually this writing state is blocked by me. When things just happened, I was escaping, and I didn't know what I was escaping. I just felt that there was a lot of words that I couldn't say, but in fact, I had a lot of things to say. For a lot of time before, I was waiting for these turbulent feelings in my heart to settle down, and then I tried to express it in a gentle and more acceptable language. But at the moment I don't want that at all.
I write it here because this is the biggest feeling I have after watching the movie for three days, and maybe it has something to do with the current running disk. Who cares, I don't want to do any analysis now.
I just wanted to say, I really want to be with a man like Nicola. I can see the anxiety in Malila's eyes, she is so insecure, but she always wears sunglasses to disguise her cruelty... I don't understand, why I have been putting on a good life and not living, I don't know how to toss all day What... I just really want to know why the world around me is almost left with only money and money, which makes people so suffocating... That kind of emotional connection between people, in our days, where do they go went? We have no wars, no revolutions, no mafia... We live in a peaceful world, but why can't we feel the kind of beauty they experience?
Italy is so beautiful, so is Europe. What I believed before, must be all right, why did I doubt it later? Stop trying? Who am I defeated by? I clearly remember those who believed. I believe there is love in someone's eyes, and I believe that somewhere in the world there are people who love life...but what about the here and now? Why do I have to work so hard to suppress my beliefs and be careful not to know what life will be like?
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