Written in 2009, I sorted out things today, and posted them here.
Carol Barra, I hope I didn't mispronounce the director's name.
On such a lazy afternoon with the curtains drawn and watching a non-famous movie, the time was washed away and sad.
"Little Leopard Duma", after watching the movie, I have forgotten the name of the child, because of the release of Duma into the desert, because of survival and the acquaintance of the black man. The little boy burned me with an obsessive sincerity.
The film does not have thrilling twists and turns, but only tries to express the friendship that travels along the way - people and animals, people and people.
Along the way, looking for water, rafting, encountering crocodiles, entering the savannah, murals in primitive caves, whitening skies, wastelands, big rivers, the boy encountered everything that was enough to show greatness.
The film uses a lot of empty shots to capture the sky and the earth, and the lonely wasteland and the shadowy floating ting are always my favorite things.
Those lives have thick and magnificent colors, like totems.
Duma found his companions in the grassland, from being unable to hunt, to falling into a trap, and finally returning to nature. Duma has found a place for life.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sad expression of the boy squatting on the stone is depressing. Everyone is looking for nature.
The nature of black people is about family, the nature of Duma is about survival, and the nature of boys is about losing dad.
In one walk, they both found each other's nature. The story ends with a bunch of empty shots of the boy hugging his mother, about happiness.
He said that love will not disappear, no matter where the time changes.
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