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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  • Young Mother: Do you think it's possible to love someone and betray them at the same time?

  • Young Mother: [last lines - narration] People thought it was the end of the world. But the world didn't end. So they rebuilt the city in 3 years, stronger and taller. London is a city built on the wreckage of itself, Osama. It's had more come backs than the evil dead. It's been flattened by storms and flooded out and rotted with plague. Even Hitler couldn't finish it off. Death nor flame was like hell, my grandmother said, just one endless sea of flames. But we built on the rubble, and we kept on coming like zombies. I *am* the city, Osama. I am the whole world. Murder me with bombs and I will only build myself again, and stronger. I'm too stupid to know better.

    Young Mother: The Sun says you are an evil monster, but I don't believe in you, and I know it takes two to tango. I know you're vexed at the leaders of the western world. Well I'll be writing to them too.

    Young Mother: [as baby is being born] I know you're a clever man, Osama. Much brighter than me. If I can make you see my son with all your heart for just one moment, I know you would stop making boy-shaped holes in the world - it would make you too sad. Love is not surrender, Osama. Love is furious and brave and loud. You could hear it in the noise my boy made when he played with his cars.

    The Boy: [memory of him playing] Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

    Young Mother: I wish you could have heard him, Osama. That noise is the fiercest and the loudest sound on earth. It will echo 'til the end of time. It is more deafening than bombs. Come to me. Come to me and we'll blow the world back together with incredible noise and fury.