The story is simple. It tells that Muhammad, the head of the waste station in the slum, is seriously ill. He still takes care of his brothers in every possible way. He accidentally takes in a child Ali with a miserable life experience, but reveals the secret hidden in his heart. Many people say that this is a Turkish version of "How to be a home", and it is even a bit more tragic than how to be a home, because the protagonist is a mentally disordered person, often immersed in his fantasy world, pretending to take care of his childhood self, I imagined being reunited with my mother, but the reality is cruel, I hope he will not wake up. Many orphans may be children abandoned by their parents. For whatever reason, parents may not always love children, or they may have children only from instinct.
A big reason why I don't like this kind of film is that I have never felt the same way, so I don't have the right to comment on it.
At the beginning of the film, I liked it very much. In the dark, Fuqiang brought his female companion to the feasting place, and the waiter was responsible for parking Fuqiang. He turned the corner of the street and there was the bleak and black gap behind the bustling, there were women on the street soliciting business. There are alcoholics who drink too much, and people on the fringe digging through the garbage dump, following the perspective of the car and feeling the day, which made me feel that it might be similar to Batman's anti-evil and promote good. But the camera in the back began to focus on the protagonist, this scavenger, this terminally ill scavenger, was dying in the next second and was sent to the hospital.
The director started in this way, explaining people and things, and explaining the tone of the overall story. On the next new day, the protagonist Muhammad continues his waste collection business. He takes care of the same scavengers. No matter how dark nights there are, there will be day and sunshine. Let us see his daily life experience. It is not as unbearable as we think. He will greet the neighbors, bring food to everyone, and take care of everyone to pick up waste. Everything is as usual.
All this is usually broken because the boy Ali, who accidentally ran out of the garbage bag, was thin and poor, because he was abused by his stepfather, and his mother secretly put it in the garbage bag and escaped from the clutches. The male lead seemed to see himself. He made him food, took him a bath, took him to swim, and gave him a birthday. It seemed that everything had more meaning in life.
Muhammad wanted Ali to take him to find his home and see his mother. They found and saw his stepfather. When he failed to track his stepfather, Ali was beaten and curled up in a garbage bag. This moment It started to appear strange. The man went to find the same scavenger next to him for revenge without any reason. He was knocked down and sent to the hospital. He still had to look for Ali, who was nowhere to be seen, and to take away all his life-saving savings to rescue Ali. Everything seemed abnormal.
Seeing this, I have begun to guess that maybe Ali does not exist, but his fantasy, a sustenance of his self.
Sure enough, if I expected.
The story is not complicated, and even I think it is quite old-fashioned, with no intentions, to make up for my regrets and wishes through an illusion. There is no extra world and space for myself, and the only thing left for me is regret and not being loved.
I like a few points of this movie. The first is the overall tone and lens. The director uses it very well, light is too dark, poor or rich, and the contrast is just right. There is also the setting of the characters in the story. His extreme way of expressing is very good, extremely longing and wanting, and sparing no effort in performance. The actors are very good in performance and very stuck. The third is his final ending, ending with the regret of a shroud of horse leather to extend this sorrow and regret, not to leave blanks and imaginations.
To talk about a few shortcomings, I think one is that the storytelling is not vivid enough, and the details are not so perfect. For example, there is not much content for birthdays to contrast afterwards. It is simply lively and does not take into account the same lonely group. . There is also the lack of faintness in the soundtrack. I don't seem to think there is any soundtrack worthy of praise and foil.
In short, I like this kind of film. They say that a life like paper is as thin as paper. I don’t think it is. I think it’s simple content, without any adjustments, but pale because of misfortune. This misfortune is childhood. Memories need to be healed in a lifetime. They are spent all their lives in search, not in living.
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