Regarding this movie, a brother who also raises a dog has repeatedly recommended it after watching it. What I admire more is that he also watched the Japanese version of the movie of the same name. You know, the ability of Japanese movies to interpret the misery is as world-class as their automobile industry. Because of this premise, his recommendation was full of sincerity, but I secretly thought that he was not much better than me, and most of them were incited by the director.
Although the old American remake is suspected of being a copycat, after hearing a little bit of the tragic plot in the Japanese version, I resolutely chose this version. In the words of my friends, the plot of the US version is relatively warm, and I think it should be full of Hollywood-style care and completion. His spoilers made my heart feel more at ease, but unfortunately the good times didn't last long, and the warm beginning plot lasted not long, and the wife who was sitting by the side quickly entered the state. She was holding a bundle of tissues, snotting and tears, muttering words in her mouth, and kept muttering so miserable and pitiful, her expression was even more pitiful than Xianglin's wife. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for me not to be affected. On the day the professor died, Hachiko didn't wait for the master for the first time, and the little guy's blank eyes made my nose sore. In order to avoid a premature collapse, I hurriedly warned myself that Richard Gere, who played the role of the old professor, supports Tibetan independence. It's not a good thing. This is worthy of death, and the tears he earns are too much to pay.
Later, Hachiko chose to live alone under the abandoned railroad tracks, and went to the station every day to stick to his master. At this time, the Hollywood-style harmonious atmosphere really appeared. When one party is in trouble, all parties support, and Palgong has received care and help from people from all walks of life. Not only did he have no worries about food and clothing, he even appeared in the newspapers. Despite the limited reliability of such a plot, I have found some comfort along the way.
Later, as time passed, year after year, Hachiko was already old and staggering, but he never stopped waiting. Until a snowy night, I ended my life in waiting and persistence. When the film arrived, I turned my head and looked at it. On the one hand, there was a crying wife who looked more miserable than Hachiko, and on the other hand, Xiaobai who quietly looked at me. I looked at them for a while, the softest in my heart. The place was still hit, and tears were unsatisfactory. There are very few opportunities to cry on weekdays. I thought to myself that since I took a chance, I would stop pretending, and just cry hard, right to relieve stress. At this time, Xiao Bai came up quietly and began to lick my face earnestly, very focused and hard, making a noise.
I suddenly realized that I was actually not crying by this movie.
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