The story of contemporary Xianglin's wife

Richard 2022-11-10 19:36:29

"I'm so stupid, really, I only know when it snows..." When I saw the heroine remembering her son playing on the beach for the Nth time in this film, the Nth time I heard from the void "Mom" awakened the protagonist from his drowsiness, and I couldn't help but think of the story of Xianglin's wife. Although the end of the film is still plausible, I finally touched on the topic of overcoming the pain of losing a child and getting up to live again-just like London that was reborn from the ashes in ancient times.
The film could have been more detailed and in-depth: when the protagonist’s husband and son were killed by terrorists on the football field, she was having an affair with another man. This misplacement had a great excitement for her, what a good entry point. Come to reflect on the absurdity and unpredictable horror of life; the film could have been filmed more fluidly and nervously: the police (husband’s boss) actually knew all this in advance, and would rather sacrifice the people in order to catch the big fish. This can be made into a compact s story. As a result, the female director of "BJ Singles Diary" made the film boring and lengthy, and repeatedly tried to express the protagonist's pain with her memories and impressed the audience. It's a pity for the acting skills of Michelle Williams and others-she is almost the only thing to watch in the film.

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  • [first lines]

    The Boy: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go...

    The Boy: Mummy you blinked, I won.

    Young Mother: Yes you did. Now in you get. Tomorrow we're going to the sea-side.

    Young Mother: [narration - boy running on the beach] So, if I'm going to show you my life, better start here. My boy, in Camber Sands. Why this and why now? I'll come back to that.

    The Boy: Mummy!

    Young Mother: [narration] A force of nature was what the midwife called him when he came howling into this world four years ago. And he hasn't stopped since.

    The Boy: Mummy!

    Young Mother: [narration] Me and him spend a lot of time together on account his Dad is a right miserable bugger. To be fair, he wasn't always miserable. Or maybe he was and I just didn't see it. I wouldn't be the first one in my family to have her knickers charmed off her by some fellow in the Army. Any way, for better or worse, I got my boy and he got me.

    The Boy: [dangling a sand worm] Mummy! Mummy!

    Young Mother: [narration] I remember my Mum took me to Camber Sands once. The one day she was sober. It was drizzling then too. "Gets you out of the house, don't it?", she said.

    Young Mother: [narration - on train] And that quiet rain fell all the way home.

    Young Mother: [narration - London street] My gran told me that Adolf Hitler did us a favour when he bombed London. His incendiary bombs made the hole in Barnett Grove that they built our tower blocks in. And London burned with incredible noise and fury. It was on account of Adolf, she said, that we get a nice view with the Georgian Gems on the other side of the street, where the bomb missed.

    The Boy: Mummy. I'm running, I'm running really far. Come on, catch me!

    Young Mother: [calling to him] Careful. If you think I can't see you in there, you're mad.

    Young Mother: [narration] We bought our flat off the Council. Smells of chip fat. But Lenny says it will be a good investment one day, because it's within a stone's throw of the city. Third generation of tower block dwellers, we are. If you're interested just type in Chav, Pikey or Ned, and you'll find us in council estates all over London. Favourite food: Chicken Kiev, favourite TV programme: Top Gear, Religion? Arsenal Football Club.

  • Terrence Butcher: You know what the best thing about caravans is?

    Young Mother: No.

    Terrence Butcher: The best thing about caravans is that they're always exactly the same. My dad used to say that. Where ever you tow them, when you close the door, at the end of the day you're home. Doesn't matter what kind of day I've had, if I imagine closing the caravan door, I feel better. Well, that feeling's gone. Ever since May Day, it's as if I can't close the caravan door any more. Can't leave the horrors outside. That's what those bastards have done, got inside my caravan.