★★☆ (full score of four stars) Frank McCourt’s book "Angela's Ashes" is like Irish oral history, recalling suffering in laughter. I call it oral history because I learned from a friend of his that the unforgettable stories told in his autobiography were written after decades of scrutiny. Anyway, from his gracious voice in the audiobooks he recorded, and from the fast-paced humor that gushes from the frustrating memories, I can guess. Some people say that audiobooks are not "real" books, but as far as "Angela's Ashes" is concerned, the author's warm and nostalgic voice has changed its nature. McCourt may have had a miserable childhood, but he will not misrepresent the truth—or at least not miss the detailed part of his memory. Alan Parker's movie "Angela's Ashes" almost lacks this sense of humor. This reminds me of Mark Twain’s description of a woman who tried to swear: “She knows words but not music.” This film is so faithful to the book’s content that it reproduces what I imagined. The scene of formation. The submerged bottom floor of Limerick’s home, the poor family waiting for a father who would never return home with the money to buy food, the joy of riding a bicycle in the post office on the streets-all these are as I imagined The same. What it lacks is tone. The movie is narrated by Andrew Bennett. He is undoubtedly a good actor, and he is blameless in this movie, but what else can he do besides repeating the words in the book without adding McCourt’s nostalgia ? McCourt's voice tells what he saw, and Bennett's voice tells what he heard. It turned out to be a movie with exquisite craftsmanship and exquisite pictures, but lacking emotion. There must be thousands of childhoods more or less like McCourt, thousands of families with too many children, many of them died, and their fathers were drinking in the bar. Drunk, the mother counted on the local pretentious charity to be kind to herself. McCourt’s autobiography is unique because he expressed it between the lines: Although these experiences are miserable, they have not been wasted. Instead, they have somehow shaped him into a good book. people. The film lacks certain complaints, a feeling that even pain is precious, like a soldier using subtext to describe his worst day in the war: but I survived, and I like to tell this story because it happened before The most interesting thing about me. Emily Watson and Robert Carlisle played Frank’s parents Angela and Malachy McCourt, respectively. I can’t imagine anyone who is more suitable to play Angela than Watson, although there are other actors (Tim Rose, Gary Oldman) who can play as well as Carlisle, but the eyes are erratic for this one. What can they do for poor people with lie and guilt. We don’t even blame him for starving his family while he spends his money on Guinness Stout: Obviously, he can’t drink if he can control it. But he can do nothing about alcoholism. This makes him no longer a man, but merely the focus of family bad luck. What is moving is how Frank and his brother cherish these moments: their father can't drink because of shame or poverty and generously cares for them. My favorite sequence is that the children’s soles are broken, and then the father helps them nail the soles of tire rubber. At school, they waddled in their "Michelin snowshoes" and were laughed at by other children until the Christian monk who taught their class scolded them and pointed to the cross on the classroom wall dramatically and said, "Our Lord does not have Show off his shoes! Fall in love, go home drunk for the first time. (His mother yelled: "Oh my God! You became your father!") Parker and art director Jeffrey Kirkland convincingly reproduced the poverty of Limerick Alleys, despite a scene that Parker liked very much Yes, Frank and his brother were splashing water, wading through every puddle they could find, indoors and outdoors, season after season, year after year. Surely they can learn to keep their feet dry in the end? Although we know from the book that the submerged downstairs is "Ireland" and the dry upstairs is "Italy", is it because the family's resources are too scarce to find wooden boards to build a doorway Is the bridge leading to the stairs? The beauty of "Angela's Ashes" is Emily Watson's performance and other convincing castings. Her resentment is mixed with the obedience imposed on women. In this country, marrying an alcoholic is sentenced to life imprisonment, and the crime of abandoning him is more serious than watching him starve the children. Once, my father left to look for a job in the UK and complained that she "refuses to perform the duties of a wife". Of course, his husband's duties include giving birth to more children and starving them to death, and buying alcohol like a big man in a bar. Fall in love, go home drunk for the first time. (His mother yelled: "Oh my God! You became your father!") Parker and art director Jeffrey Kirkland convincingly reproduced the poverty of Limerick Alleys, despite a scene that Parker liked very much Yes, Frank and his brother were splashing water, wading through every puddle they could find, indoors and outdoors, season after season, year after year. Surely they can learn to keep their feet dry in the end? Although we know from the book that the submerged downstairs is "Ireland" and the dry upstairs is "Italy", is it because the family's resources are too scarce to find wooden boards to build a doorway Is the bridge leading to the stairs? The beauty of "Angela's Ashes" is Emily Watson's performance and other convincing castings. Her resentment is mixed with the obedience imposed on women. In this country, marrying an alcoholic is sentenced to life imprisonment, and the crime of abandoning him is more serious than watching him starve the children. Once, my father left to look for a job in the UK and complained that she "refuses to perform the duties of a wife". Of course, his husband's duties include giving birth to more children and starving them to death, and buying alcohol like a big man in a bar.
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