Who is the last baby?

Emilie 2022-12-14 07:47:21

After watching this movie, in addition to making me feel tired, the only question that made me think about it was: Who on earth is that baby?

I think this child is the director, just because her film needs a symbol of life.
This symbol can save the life of a woman who is about to commit suicide, and at the same time give everyone hope for the future.

Do you know why the director wanted the heroine to be a slut?
It was because in the end the director needed a new life, and the heroine's husband was obviously unable to fulfill this mission with her, so Ivan or the husband's colleague was arranged.

How ridiculous, a character that should be full of human glory is a slut who takes a man home while her husband and son are away, and this slut is still treated as a great mother to continue an amazing life.

Throughout the movie, the husband who works hard and is full of affection for his family becomes a funeral for the director. The little bit of thoughts and guilt from the husband, at the end of the movie, suddenly became very great because there was a child in his stomach who was not his husband.

I really don't understand what the director and screenwriter think.
Maybe the concept of foreigners is indeed different from that of Chinese people.

It's really a rare bad film, with insufficient depth, insufficient strength, weak perspective, weak characters...
However, fortunately, I have seen "BJ's Single Diary" before, otherwise, there is really no hope for the director.

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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.