A 1997 Iranian children’s family drama, telling the story of a pair of brothers and sisters and a pair of small shoes, a fairy tale written for adults, awakening people’s distant memories of childhood, and then thinking about the relationship between poverty and innocence, innocence, kindness, and happiness. relation.
Simple stories, silent emotions, beautiful and impoverished childhood, a loving family, even if there are quarrels, poverty and tears, it is still beautiful. The story is as lovely and innocent as the title. The camera is not beautiful, but it is very simple and delicate. It feels so simple that the little actors in front of the camera are not acting at all. This is their life, the life of a family born in the bottom of Iranian society. Ali went to help her younger sister fetch and send the old shoes to be repaired. On the way back, they accidentally lost them. The younger sister cried, and the older brother was so guilty that they were crying too. This is my sister's only pair of shoes. How can I go to school tomorrow? In order not to be scolded, my brother begged my sister not to tell her parents. This scene can't be better, a bit resentful but protecting each other, and dare not cry. Ali and his sister are sensible, tough and kind. In order not to add troubles to their parents, they are considerate and support each other in the face of difficulties. They are very heartwarming. They really want to hug these two poor children.
Many of the films are about the status quo, and the director did not use trivial narrative techniques to satirize society, class, and the gap between the rich and the poor. The film's narrative style is calm and gentle, without a little deliberateness, without overly rendering the bottom people unbearable, but focusing on the small interaction between the brothers and sisters, and the whole plot is centered on a pair of shoes. There is not much dialogue, just the delicate shots flowing between the two children, you will find that the most powerful move is actually silent. What you see in the movie is neither superficial inspiration nor cheap sympathy. What I saw was the simple and beautiful power shining with the first light of life. At the end of the film, the brothers and sisters looked at each other silently by the pool, conveying a clear and clear Zen, and all the fancy film techniques are ashamed to appear here.
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