Not afraid of wind and rain, even if you fall in the wind and rain, you can't bear the sweep that destroys hope, and the meaning of life has only become a joke of a body drifting away from the world. This is the light of human nature, and it is the sorrow of human nature.
Faces indulging in the pure world, accompanied by healing music, wash away the shame with tears deep in their hearts. It was the happiness of liberation, and Esma opened her beautiful eyes and resurrected a shadow that replicated sorrow. The curtain was about to fall, and the music sounded again, and Esma's heart opened a gap to welcome the sun. The atrocities that extinguished conscience in the concentration camp formed a tunnel of blood and tears between Esma's lips and teeth.
There has never been a recovery, and there has been no effective assistance. There are only pitiful government subsidies and the inadequate psychological counseling activities of the local women's center. Esma has been living silently, without mentioning her daughter's father, without looking forward to a new life in the future, and devoted her whole heart to her daughter, with a hatred of maternal love.
If you cannot provide the school with a death certificate that the husband is a martyr, you will have to pay two hundred euros so that your daughter Sara can travel with the school group like other students. However, this family is mutilated, destitute, and impoverished. There are sorrows and anger hidden everywhere. Not only is it unable to pay a little bit of simple happiness, even if it wants to enjoy a peaceful family atmosphere, it is also a luxury.
Esma couldn't get out of the nightmare that had enveloped her life. Playing with her daughter, and the daughter riding on her, this scene must have touched her pain, and the traces of it cannot be erased in the history books. In the 1990s, in the Bosnia-Herzegovina War that lasted more than three years, countless Muslims were killed and thrown into burial pits, and countless women were raped and gang-raped by the Serb army. This true picture remains in Esma. In the body. Therefore, seeing Esma's uncertain behavior, I have a deeper feeling. And this is just a superficial thing, the main theme is to praise the invincible maternal love.
Daughter Sarah grew up in a single-parent family with no father’s love. Fragile and sensitive, she is proud of her father's heroic sacrifice as a martyr, living in the barrier surrounded by her mother, carefree. She is also rebellious and self-willed. On the one hand, she is worried that her mother will abandon her when she has a new destination. On the other hand, she challenges the rules and disciplines as she pleases, fearless.
Esma looked at her beautiful and lovely daughter, entangled in love and hate. There is a devil in her memory. This is the crux of the problem. The waywardness of her puberty is no longer a normal growth change, but another demon living in her daughter’s body. soul. In the scene where Sarah raised her gun at Esma, this love and hatred was vented vividly. Esma beat her daughter madly, and this set of vivid shots directly penetrated my heart.
The thug in the nightclub fell in love with Esma, and the source of this affection was the encounter when he claimed the corpse. The emotions of two people are connected with bloody memories and infinitely vague circumstances. Except for the reality is the insurmountable past, even a kiss is contradictory. That thug is so cute, and his love for his mother touched me deeply. The poor old mother was in a free and liberated Bosnia and Herzegovina, but her heart died in a horrible concentration camp. She has been waiting for humanitarian assistance. Back to this thug, he should stay in Gbavica for Esma and the father who has never found the body. He is a good man.
In the last shot, the mother and daughter waved goodbye through the car window. Looking at the camera, the distance between the audience and Esma was a little bit farther away. While watching the movie, I also silently said goodbye to her, a great woman and a great mother. . For the new-born Esma and the grown-up Sarah, tomorrow may be as helpless and helpless as today, but I believe that their tenacious vitality will certainly bloom beautiful flowers.
In 2006, Bosnia-Herzegovina female director Yasmila Zbanik won the Golden Bear at the Berlin Film Festival that year with "Gabavica". Throughout the film, it is fully in line with the taste of Golden Bear. Focusing on the background of the story, highlighting the humanistic characteristics, and hanging the banner of anti-war, from the standpoint of women and children, lashing at the brutality of human cannibalism, and discussing a topic of war sequelae alone is enough to settle the critical eyes of the judges.
Pulling the camera into the ruins of the war, the movie "Gbavica" borrowed the east wind towards success. The awards seemed to be all in the right time and place, but this cannot conceal the poignant beauty and shock of the film itself. So thinking back to the upset screams of the past, it was not affected by it. When it was an alternative way to fuel the flames, there would be no obstacles to watching movies.
Don't avoid the development of Yasmila Zbanik's feature film debut, and there is no need to disturb the interest of watching the film. If you look at this film objectively, you may gain more. It was unintentional, but it was a wonderful coincidence. Written on Mother's Day in 2010, Quan should be a heart sign that I praised my mother and wished the happiness of mothers all over the world.
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