After watching some French movies, I suddenly found something in common. In a movie, there must be something to eat, and when eating, everyone will speak, not much, but it is enough to be thought-provoking.
This story is actually not difficult to guess, but it is hard to guess how the story ended in the end.
I was surprised by the way the French deal with family members. Lili calmly said to my father that I saw you post a letter, and my father didn't stop the bicycle, and said to her, okay, then you should talk to your mother.
I know everything, I know you lied.
Mom, what are you crying for? It's not because the meat is burnt, I know what happened to my brother, I guessed it, maybe this is true.
Look, it goes without saying, it's all in the heart, all in love.
What is written in your brother's postcard? "I don't need to see an idiot who doesn't want to listen to my songs anymore, his poor life, tie, subway."
These are all written by Dad, and the handwriting and tone are well imitated. I don't remember the specific lines clearly, it's roughly like this.
God, I can't take it anymore. How did Dad write down these postcards? He knows what you think of him. He is a boring, sloppy, exhausted middle-aged man, clichéd and hopeless. He knows everything, but he feels that your disgust and indifference to him are different from the love he gives you.
Parental love is so clumsy, it can't surprise you, it's less than a kiss, a word, or even a cigarette from a lover. Sometimes they can only lie and protect you. In their hearts, you will always be that identity, a child. In fact, we are just a child. Only occasionally, we want to be lovers of this world, we want to dominate, we want to love.
At the end of the film, the family went to the restaurant for dinner. "I have something to tell you." "Me too." After the boyfriend finished speaking, he added another sentence, "I love you," indicating that no matter how difficult it is, I will stay with you.
The boyfriend hugged Lili and walked forward. He looked back at Lili's parents. There was still sunshine at this time, and the story ended.
The second half of the film is handled very well. I think the first half of the hospital scene seems to be unsuccessful, a little cheesy, and a bit inexplicable.
I think of the fourth grade elementary school after school at noon one day. I came home and saw my mother fold the quilt in the bedroom. She folded the quilt very slowly, many times. I called her, and she didn't look up at me either.
"Your dad was in a car accident and he hit someone." Are the words of adults so simple and straightforward?
"Grandma is in the kitchen, don't you tell her anything first?" At
that time, my mother was still very thin, with slender arms. If I see her like this now, she must feel that she is a distressed woman.
I didn't say anything and went back to the room.
Later, I remembered that I drew a picture, all in color. It was a child who stopped a car. I told my mother at the time that I hope all cars in the world drive slower.
But my own car drove fast. I was anxious to walk far away, away from my parents, to find someone I like. I started to feel that the bed at home was not big enough or soft enough.
It doesn't make much sense. I know that I don't want you to lie, but you know, among so many sentences, the last thing I want to hear is the truth.
I like this story. It allows me to see many of us, our parents, the concealed self, and the self who fell because of rock climbing.
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