Unknown secret talents, personal hell without seeing the sun, unsuccessful father-son relationship, regretful father facing self-salvation and growth, helplessness and magnanimous knowledge of the fate of mid-life crisis, loss and entanglement between people, the cause of life The interweaving and separation formed by ideals, as well as the music, is quite good music, combined with the sensational and plain narrative that is not excessively exerted, and the piles are hitting the atrium piece by piece.
During the movie watching, I rarely got confused and asked myself a lot of what if questions. If that didn't happen at that time, how different their lives and the lives of more people would be in the play.
At the beginning of the film, in an uncommon university dormitory in North America, a bunch of boys are laughing and playing in the hallway, and in one of the quiet dormitories, a young boy puts on headphones and sweeps the guitar, facing the notebook. The microphone stand in front of it was devoted and cautiously recording songs, in a posture for fear of disturbing the situation by the noise of peers outside the door.
He is a small universe by himself.
The boy frowned and sang softly, I am asshole. Seriously. The audience outside the screen laughed.
Then everything took a turn for the worse.
The boy died and occupied most of the news headlines during that time, scrolling through the screens of the dead body covered by the white cloth in front of the ambulance and the bloody words screamed by the media.
Many things changed drastically. The boy's father, who looked both suave and asshole, lost his job, abandoned his house and luxury car, and moved to a yacht by the lake to live alone. From a handsome smiling somebody in a suit and leather shoes to a shaggy construction worker in a plaid shirt and jeans.
For countless late nights, the father stroked the lyrics of his son's posthumous writings, over and over again, put on the headphones and listened to the demo recorded by his son, and sang gently in his heart.
Then on a frustrated night, he was drunk enough with his guitar on his back, signed a pseudonym on a small bar performance book, and sat on the small wooden stage to play his son's song. He sang, That I wanna go home.
Home? Where can I find a home?
No one in the audience pays attention to him. People drink and laugh. When he appears in a noisy bar at night, there is no background sound. Except for a shy and enthusiastic curly-haired boy, he forgot to drink the beer in his hand and looked at him on the stage intently. The performance ended in a noncommittal atmosphere from the audience below. He was frustrated with his guitar on his back. He never thought that the curly-haired brother chased him out of the bar, who was too drunk to walk, and his eyes were bright and he said that he liked his song.
Then in the following days, the younger brother ignored his laziness and tried to overcome his serious social timidity. Early in the morning, he knocked on the window of his yacht with coffee and doughnuts to persuade him, insisting on the same stage as him. chorus. After coming and going, I joined a few other young people and formed a band together. Despite his repeated emphasis, I am too old to play band.
Whether he was pushed halfway or half by the enthusiasm of Brother Curly or his wish to make his son's legacy known to the world, they began to sing his son's legacy, glowing on the stage of that small bar, offstage. It began to be filled with people cheering and shouting for them, the drums were pattering, the voice was clear, and the guitar was loud.
At this age, he actually rocked with a group of kids who love music.
Is this the sun after the rain spilling on life again? This is the music dream of being late for a long time, people who are late in middle age? This is the applause that the songs written by those sons who have been in the dust for a long time can finally get?
Is this the signal that life is finally on the right track? Can finally be restarted, high spirited on the road?
But life is not on the right track at all. Everyone is working hard, carrying their own hell on their backs, and will roll over on the side of the road or die if they are not careful. There is no second chance to come back.
In life, it never has the right answer.
If you shine because of something, someone will applaud you. But nothing more. As soon as the curtain fell, the cold wind blew across the streets where it was dismissed, and everyone had their own life to do.
After getting tired, recognition becomes less important, but only life is important. It is slightly better to enjoy life, because there are so many other tasks in life that need to be repaired and healed.
No matter how many screaming and crowding the audience in the small bar, the father, who has been shrouded in the shadow of life for a long time, is not half satisfied with the enthusiasm. In the final analysis, the songs he sings, the songs that are loved by others, belong to his son. And he just wanted to miss his son in this way. And this factor directly caused the band to fall apart.
No more rock, no more friendship, no more beauty. After being deceived and furiously punched him, Little Curly left the entire rehearsal stage and walked without looking back.
He doesn't care about losing his acting career and audience. He has lost his son, and he doesn't want to see another young man lose the channel he has finally found. He took a good guitar to find the betrayed little curly brother, and told him, don't give up music because of me. You have to know that it is not those songs that really burn, but you. I hope you continue to make music and write your own songs. Remember, those who don't fight will never win.
He let go of the young people he was optimistic about to stick to his dreams, and then turned to leave the life they used to be so tightly tied up somehow.
Maybe he is right, he is too old for playing a team or something.
It seems that life will gradually be filled with such and such useless reasons, and gradually lose the many possibilities of becoming such and such people, and there is no pity to say goodbye. Because the important things in life are actually so few.
He returned to the cabin, and then listened to the song written by his son. Then he put up all those demo, stuffed into cardboard boxes take the matter to his ex-wife, "If your son wants to grow up to know something about his brother, and told him to listen to these songs";
he and his ex-wife's son In front of the grave, wipe off the curse of hell that people wrote on the tombstone. After wiping it, two people sat on the grass with their buttocks and sipped the tequila one by one;
he climbed over the wire fence with his guitar on his back and broke when he fell to the ground. Up the guitar. During this period of time, filled with all kinds of strong sense of powerlessness, he held the broken guitar handle and cried loudly in the silent late night;
Facing the boss of the musical instrument shop angrily denounced "So many lives, they are all other people's children", he was speechless as if he had been shot for an instant; on a
sunny afternoon, he was in a busy campus The grass leaned against the stone stele on the university campus with the names of the victims of the shooting, tears streaming down, "This is my son."
"But this is my son."
At the end of the film, he picked up the guitar and was on the stage of the bar. Singing his son's last work, he told the audience that it was his son's song, the song of a murderer in a school shooting.
People's expressions become solemn, angry, and hateful.
He lowered his eyes and began to sing the song that he had heard thousands of times on the boat alone, the song that he didn't understand until too late, the song of his son.
The last song of the entire film. The guitar strums, tears off people's hearts.
A Breath at The COUNT and the Take Stars
Let Go at The world 'round the without you
the If you're Somewhere you CAN Song Hear the this
the Then Sing A Long
My Song
My Son
My Son
My Son
inside and outside the screen are tears aspect, the film was screeching at this time Stop. The lights at the exit came on immediately, illuminating the bewildered audience at a loss.
In the ending, apart from music, nowhere was given.
No one left, everyone sat in place, silently watching the credits of the cast and crew roll to the end.
Maybe love is the only answer.
If you understand, please tell him, please follow him gently and let him know that some people in this world think he is very important.
When everything is too late.
Rather than at the end, on the lonely stage with stars, repeating with the guitar, My son, my son.
2016. 6. 19. My brother Anton Yelchin, RIP
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