I watched it on the first day of the National Day. There were a lot of people in the theater. Many parents brought their children to watch. There was a lot of laughter, but I cried again. Sometimes I really feel that my tears are too low... Of course Laughing, all in all, it is probably the kind of sadness that is obviously funny but has an indescribable sadness in my heart, but it is not too sad because it feels a little sad and healed at the same time. The high point of the whole film for me is that Zheng Nan found his mother's address, but he was sad to see that his mother had a brand new family. To Zheng Nan, I told him a little fairy tale that I felt that I had exhausted my intelligence. After making Zheng Nan happy, he was so fierce that he asked the fat boy to send him to the gate. At that moment, I felt magically that he should to find my mother. Let me start from this paragraph, let me slowly change my view of Kikujiro, and see more diverse emotions and qualities in a stupid, naive, middle-aged ruffian who has nothing to do: warmth, kindness, and simplicity. What do you say about Kikujiro? There is a feeling of being polished by society but very rough. He is a stupid and not bad child. He grows up in an environment with little love and teaching. He can't distinguish between right and wrong from the various things he has experienced during his growth. Discord, such as when he woke up and saw that everyone was eating the stolen watermelon, righteously resigned and scolded a few words before eating without hesitation. He knows that being unreasonable and cruel can sometimes take advantage, so he does it, but he doesn't know how to sacrifice means for ends. He seems to reflect the most primitive appearance of people at the bottom of the society. And seeing Masao staying with Kijiro and a few others, from being silent and withdrawn to gradually opening his heart and showing a smile, and having a feeling of love and little dependence on them, suddenly reminded me of my father, grandpa, grandma, and mother who accompanied me when I was young. My grown-up relatives, more or less, have many bad habits. From the perspective I have grown up now, I do not agree with many of their values and ways of dealing with others, but so what? It seems that for a child, what he needs is not someone with better intelligence and character. What he needs is real company and real love. I am really grateful for my family who loved me and loved me when I was a child. They may not be smart but there are many Bad habit, but they gave me a lot of love, I hope I keep this in mind, and treat anyone with an attitude of being tolerant enough patient enough to be sincere.
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