I don't know why, but when I was watching the movie, I suddenly became extremely depressed and smoked continuously.
Bobby's story is a true story. He has been in pain and dare not tell the truth, for fear of being hated by his relatives. His pain and struggles and all his mental activities are so real and touching. All his fears were confirmed when his mother and relatives knew the truth. Bobby's story is real, so seeing him in pain is like seeing himself. Helpless, lonely, lonely, not understood, never see the light, forever cursed by God.
It's superstition, tyranny, and incomprehension that make Bobby's tragedy.
One rainy night, Bobby's mother woke up from a dream in shock. She came to the pastor's present crying and repenting, and she finally realized that it was her tyranny and stubbornness that killed Bobby. She cried so devoutly that it tore my heart to pieces and made my tears flow uncontrollably. All pain is once again sublimated, and at the same time truly forgiven.
Later, Mary's relief finally changed the atmosphere of the family, and they went to San Francisco to participate in the march for gay rights. This scene reminds me of the 2009 Oscar-winning gay film "Milk," which had a lot of these demonstrations. The streets of San Francisco, the sky we look up to, the gay world is finally slowly infusing breathable air. When I got here, my mood improved a little, but I was still stuck.
I have always liked films with a dull storyline, and I also learned that I am an overly depressed person in my own life. I put out the cigarette in my hand and let out a long sigh.
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