The reason I chose to watch this movie is, of course, for the scenery of Japan, and I rarely see Japan in the eyes of European filmmakers, and I want to take a peek through their lens.
Just like traveling, you must go to famous places, so you must go to the kimono girl, cherry blossoms, Kabukicho and Mount Fuji to make a movie. Nearly half an hour was the elderly version of "Lost in Tokyo", until the old man met a young Japanese girl in a yukata dancing modern dance by the lake (this homeless person is not only bald, but also very good at English). Breaking through the communication barriers began to release the suffering of old widowhood.
I'm a little impatient-countless movies talk about children's not cherishing their parents. Isn't that enough? Does anyone know the choice between parents and freedom, the entanglement and pain of choice? Just because you are in the prime of life must be the responsible party? Always stay on the surface of mainstream preaching.
Despite this prejudice, I shed tears once. My father made cabbage rolls based on the recipe of my deceased wife, and my son burst into tears when he put it in his mouth—"I miss my mother." This is not touching, but a strong empathy. There must be an echo from the beginning of the film-parents go to see their children, and the children whispered: "Why did they suddenly come? How long? How long can I spend with them."
Father-son relationship is certainly not the main content of this film, but its length is huge. It makes people easily overlook the late cherishment and understanding between the old couples who have been with them for many years.
Make this footnote to confront the future me.
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