A movie that is filled with dialogue, but not a single sentence should be missed. Tears came unexpectedly, without a trace of turbulence. Maybe it was the chat at the dinner table. When you listened to them, you could not help crying. You know this is the life in the movie, and it's your own at all.
You watch the movie and you see yourself and your closest relationship.
Many, a middle-aged man who was divorced, had outstanding literary talent since childhood. He used to write as a dream and achieved small achievements, but he finally failed to become what he imagined. He refused to be like his father, but was addicted to gambling, and was reduced to borrowing money and selling it to survive. In the eyes of his mother, Shuzi, his son had already embarked on the path of a husband. He believed that his father would not read his own books until the morning after the typhoon, when he was wearing his father's shirt, and unexpectedly learned that the person he didn't like had bought back the new book he just published and was excited to give it to all Neighbor. It turned out that a long, long time ago, my father used to be proud of him. Is the long estrangement between father and son a misunderstanding? A loved one has passed away, and the answer is nowhere to be found. The embarrassment in life happened one after another, and one brain was pressed on this tall middle-aged man. The family broke down and his wife left with his son. For him, it was like seeing the loss of his beloved and unable to restore it. The monthly alimony of 50,000 yuan was already a huge problem. All the sense of powerlessness seemed to be twisted into strips, hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled bitterly. He smiled to himself, and only himself was left.
Mother Shuzi, a widowed old man who lost his wife, the person who understands his son best in the world. She is proud of her many achievements, just like looking at the orange tree on the balcony that is no longer blooming, watering and irrigating it every day, even the caterpillars eat the leaves and turn into beautiful butterflies. Being a small tree is not proof of nothing. She has a husband who borrows money from all over the world and a son who is a late bloomer in her eyes. She longs to live in a comfortable house and is afraid of dying alone. She doesn't blame her husband for not blaming her children. She lives in an imperfect moment from beginning to end. In the movie, facing all the unchangeable results, open-mindedly joked, and at the moment when tears flowed, he was able to quickly wipe them away, and then turned to irrelevant topics. She persevered hard in the imperfect life, like pouring Calpis into a glass, adding water, freezing it in a bad-smelling refrigerator, taking it out and eating it, always digging and digging hard. Ah, I had to laugh out loud until the end.
Ex-wife Hiroko, a single mother with a weak appearance and a strong heart. There is no doubt that she still loves a lot of people, but "adults can't live on love alone". She firmly chose not to look back and began to plan a new life. Maybe all women treat love as expressed in movies, like oil painting, old pictures can be completely covered by new patterns, but they have not disappeared, they have been smeared with heavy paints, they are invisible, and they are all left. in the heart. It's just that all those quiet imprints of the past will no longer prevent them from taking steps towards the future life. At the same time, the film repeatedly expounds that "men always know how to cherish after they are lost". If all this is a theorem, it is doomed to have a lot of endings with Hiroko.
Son Shingo, a sensitive, sensible, restrained boy, his expressions are so few, when the few smiles and desires are shown on his face, he can't help but feel distressed, as if the happiness that should belong to his age has been taken away. deprived. He didn't even have a chance to make a choice for his wish, and Dad became a presence who could only be seen once a month. He longed for the family to live together as before, and hoped to buy a big house with the grandma he most admired and respected. He didn't like the boyfriend next to his mother, and he was worried that his father would not be able to pay alimony, and he would lose the only chance for father and son to get along. He has the same ideal of being a civil servant as his father when he was young, and he is also unwilling to be the same as his father, because he sees his mother's sadness, and he can't feel his father's love for the family. In this quiet boy's face, there is no joy or sadness. Precocious puberty is the last gift a child should receive.
(For all men's lives, the father seems to be an unspeakable individual. Whether it is loved or resisted, men's life seems to be unable to escape the influence of the father. What a wonderful transmission.)
At the end of the film, a family of three walks to the monthly meeting place, says goodbye, and then slowly walks away in the opposite direction. When a typhoon comes, it is like a memory from the past, bringing together people who have experienced it together for a short time. But after the rain, the days will continue, as if nothing had happened. Because there is no turning back, because there is nothing I can do.
Imagine if I saw this movie in my 20s, I would definitely refuse to live the life of Hiroko. After a few years of credible hard work, perhaps without any accident, I fell into such a big pit as usual, and then kept asking ourselves, "Which step did we go wrong?" But in the end, you can't control yourself, how can you bring others to Consummation?
The existence of a movie may not change anything, but it lets us know where the tears come from, and our hearts are never as calm as they appear.
On the night of the typhoon, Shoko handed over the umbilical cord of Shingo that she had kept to her former daughter-in-law. They were no longer a family, and the tie that represented life should be handed over to Kyoko for safekeeping. When the wooden box was opened, my heart trembled, and I thought of my son's umbilical cord. That ugly little piece was the only sign that our bodies were connected, and I threw it away with no regard for it.
What is lost cannot be regained. If you don't forget it, who said there will be an echo?
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