Such a subject is very reminiscent of Boys don’t cry's Luo Tai version, but it may be due to cultural differences. She is also a female director. The protagonist of Céline Sciamma is an undeveloped child ( Where did they find such a thin little girl!), so naturally or deliberately avoiding this type of film from time to time-should be said to be consistent-because of the complex network of social relationships such as sex, love and marriage Or the troubles of adults who are internally injured in silence, or even worse, in outbreaks.
On the other side of the “puberty” boundary, the director wanted to mention it before the audience, and wanted to look around and ask, not why some people “reasonably” thought about why a girl would become a boy. In this movie, there is no such "why", it is "natural", it is a "choice".
At the beginning of the film, the first thing that enters the audience's field of vision is the protagonist (I respect the choice of the person, so I will not call it "her"). The short hair is flying in the shade of summer, free and cheerful. Since then, the camera has always stayed on the protagonist's side, watching Yi play with his sister, and checking with Yi whether the thin body in the mirror can pretend to be a boy. With the warm family atmosphere, the real home life, and the little humor that a lovely sister brings out from time to time, the audience has unknowingly entered this setting and became Iraq’s accomplices. Not only did he accept this "natural", but as the relationship with this group of children deepened, he became more and more afraid of Yi being exposed. From the slight worries when playing football, "This body should be able to get past it", to the frightening step by step when swimming, it is clear that only the short and trivial life fragments of the parents are comparable to thrillers-my sister is not so embarrassed when watching horror movies. He grinned carefully and covered his eyes.
We all know that it is only a matter of time before being exposed, so the closer the film is to the end, the more innocent and fun it should be.
Fortunately, there was no violence when it was revealed. Because this is a child, and a boy or a girl, but playing football, fighting and swimming together, at most, holding hands and kissing the little girl next door, all can be forgiven. What did the adults say, how to explain how to apologize is not important at all. In this process that may be used by some directors to sensationalize and cry, we still only stay with the protagonist, empathizing with the feeling of the imminent disaster. I wish I could escape the catastrophe.
Unfortunately, and precisely because there is no violence, the focus on "external causes" in many films of the same subject has become self-torture. As my mother said, "I don't care if you pretend to be a boy, but school is about to start. Can you pretend to be a school year? You have to tell them the facts. Otherwise, do you have other ways?" Is
there any other way? You can play football with boys, you can play wrestling with boys, and you can even fight and win with people just like the "brother" imagined by your sister to protect her, so what? Can you pee standing up? In a few years, can you still take off your T-shirt and play football? Can you still mix it with a piece of plasticine? (Well, at least fortress socks). It's a fact that you are a girl physically. It is also true that you think you are a boy. Even if our relatives are caring and inclusive, even if our friends do not care about the past, our self-identification can never resist the established rules of this society. When we grow up, it is unclear how much of our self-identification is born, and how much is socially attached. For example, boys wear pants and girls wear skirts. For example, boys are blue and girls are pink. For example, boys have boys’ names and girls have girls’ names... But do I really have to wear skirts at the party? Do I really have to buy the pink hello kitty? Am I really not by this name?
I am uncomfortable. Even though there is no resistance to my natural gender, certain rules the world uses for girls still make me uncomfortable. And I endured all these kinds of uncomfortableness, because only in this way can I be regarded as a normal, polite and well-mannered existence. Is it because there is no other way, or is it because of who you are and your natural choice is not clear enough and firm enough to throw yourself into the net?
At the end of the film, the wind in the forest seemed to give an answer. The protagonist hung the dress on the tree and returned to Yi's favorite dress. After experiencing the humiliation caused by self-identification for the first time in her life, Lisa Ruyi asked again "What is your name" when she first met at the beginning of the film, and answered "Laure" without her own choice. After the name is still Mikaël's smile, with the birth of the "newborn" baby and the ending song Always, the director is still optimistic than me.
PS: The little sister is so cute. Not only did Lisa respond to the situation when Lisa came to the door, but he also talked to his peers’ milk and milk to break the secret of the brother’s control, and also played with his parents "to hide from the sky"...the cute shit people~~~ the motherhood of my sister It's all adorable.
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