inland flying fish
Last night, I watched Brazil's "Central Station" again, the bright sky, the simple land and the crowd, and the tears were about to rush. It reminded me of Takeshi Kitano's "Summer of Kijiro" in 1998. Both are stories of a child and an old man, looking for a home and relatives; both are two unmarried old men, who are eccentric and lead a sparse life, both are two stubborn and naive children; the films are all like road films, with a long The road has no end, the car drives past, walks on foot, and sometimes you can hitch a ride; the piano is so cheerful and sweet, at the end of the horizon, the old man and the child are so stubborn, in the end, it is the old man who is influenced by the child, review and face up to their own All the past summers, the memories of family love that have been abandoned, smiled like a child.
Kikujiro went to the rural nursing home, saw her demented mother in the distance through the glass, and turned around sadly; Dora remembered standing in front of her father on the street when she was 16 years old, and asked him, do you remember me, in my father's In a trance, he left sadly. Two children, two old people, all seem to be prostrate under the same summer sky, vividly performing the soon-to-be-lost innocence, kindness, faith, introspection, and gratitude, so real that I thought it was real, not a movie. However, the lights are on, the movie is over, and life has to go on.
Movies are still movies, and life will still be life. The elders will tell you solemnly, and you will also tell you when you encounter a wall again and again: You must be a master of life and a master of communication in order to survive vividly. On the one hand, we yearn for the purity of others, but on the other hand, we are destroying the only remaining inner pure land. We regard the young children in "The Tin Drum" as freaks and do not want to be with them. This is the so-called paradox of growth. No one is immune to emperors and generals, merchants and pawns. Genghis Khan wanted to use the entire empire in exchange for a beloved horse of his childhood, but there was nothing he could do.
Please remember two children, one is Masao, who lives in Japan on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and the other is Joshua, who is on the edge of the tropical rainforest on the South American plateau. They set off from the city to find their mother and father; the vast sea of people is three thousand miles away. Looking for relatives, the young figures overlap on a road called "searching", next to an old man who is not serious, sometimes happy, sometimes deep. At the end of the road, before the end of summer, the old man finds another self that has been damaged beyond recognition by time, and the child finds his dream home. Well, in summer, the greenery is full of greenery, and everything is growing, whether the old or the child is swaying in the wind with endless vitality.
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