I like the tone of the whole picture. The old ones look like retro postcards. The director sent us these postcards. I hope we can all look back and see that we have put them on hold for a long time. gray childhood.
The film leads us to find that memory with an anthropomorphic "red balloon". I believe that everyone has such a naughty "red balloon" in their childhood. You curiously take over the "red balloon" that will fly away at any time from the adult's hand, treat it like a baby, and take care of it carefully. You'll take him to rub the adult's umbrella to hide from the rain, you'll take him to the white steam coming out of the train, and you'll talk to him like a little adult...and he too So obedient and naughty, he doesn't seem to want you to hold his hand, but when you turn around, he calls out and follows closely. It's like the little waywardness we all have, being with someone we like, and always trying to make him angry, just to prove our importance.
So "red balloon" is a kind of companionship, a kind of need. It's like the trance of a little boy standing in front of a portrait of a little girl in the film, like the excitement of a red balloon meeting its own kind.
But perhaps, we all have the experience of being trampled on by others by real treasures. Yes, good things are always threatened and violated by the dark side of human nature, making our childhood more than simple and happy.
What impressed me most was the long and deadly long shot after the red balloon was hit. The red balloon floated slowly in mid-air, trembling, shrinking a little bit, shriveled, and finally bursting with a foot, watching all this happen, feeling distressed but powerless...
I don't like the ending, every childhood There will always be a fairy tale that will eventually shatter. Only when there is pain can you truly grow up. So, let's feel the pain, so that we can remember it more deeply, right?
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