There is a kind of film, she is slowly like a small river, little deep, little waves, little warmth, little fragility, just flowing so slowly, you don’t want her to end, but you are willing to let her go on. Going on, you will feel indignation, sigh, choking, tears, perplexity, hope, as the plot develops and the character's fate. This is the story of this boy. I was lucky to have watched this film with a calm appearance and an ups and downs in the heart in such a low low moment. At the end, I realized that it was director Denzel Washington, based on the true story of Antwone Fisher. The emotional interpretation of the two male protagonists is sincere and gentle enough to miss.
The poem that made you confess to tears:
Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own Who will cry for the little boy, he cried himself to sleep Who will cry for the little boy, who never had it for keeps Who will cry for the little boy, who walked on burning sands Who will cry for the little boy, the boy inside a man Who will cry for the little boy, who knew well hurt and pain Who will cry for the little boy, who died and died again Who will cry for the little boy, a good boy he tried to be Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me
-from Fisher to Dr. Jerome Davenport-
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