The moment Clark was about to go to the school where Grandpa passed away made me feel extremely sorry. This school has been protracted from the previous three-sibling shopping, and this paragraph is even more embarrassing. The nations that have experienced fierce wars are particularly brilliant in filming wars. It stands to reason that China should be one of the most tragic battlefields, but there has never been a movie that reflects on wars with a great deal of responsibility. Even the feelings of a small nation like this movie can't be shot. The Japanese love to take a different approach, directly questioning the distorted society and human nature, and using the evil of human nature to eliminate the evils of the nations on both sides of the war and to encourage themselves. Most of their directors have a convincing and ambiguous attitude. When Chinese people listen to Ozu occasionally talking about wars, when watching Kurosawa make wars like this, they must feel complicated when watching "Tomb of Fireflies" handle wars like this. If we throw away the scenes of discussing the war, I think it should be Kurosawa Kiyoshi, this kind of field, this kind of Japanese life will naturally appear free and easy. Among the silent old people, on the bamboo curtains blowing in the breeze, in the wheat field of the Prajna Heart Sutra, three generations of clashes were quietly unfolded. This is the usual method of a certain school of Japanese movies. This is the Japan I know and love. But Japan has another side, and other sides. The discussion of the intervening wars and the natural style are not perfect. Clark's appearance is more like completing a cultural obsession. Clark and his grandma hold hands in the moonlight and look pretentious. After telling the story of the kappa, the grandmother fanned her little fan and ignored the frightened grandchildren. Such a moving old lady should have a deeper and more simple feelings, rather than ritually crazy holding an umbrella in the heavy rain. Ah. This scene always seems to feel that absurdity is greater than power, although absurdity itself is also power. Perhaps the director is getting old and is paying more and more attention to history. A huge world has been narrowed into a war, which is a pity. Although there are very few parts that directly express the war, it is still too much. But after all, it is Kurosawa Akira, and many stories have emerged. If grandma slowly remembered the story of her eleven brothers and sisters, it would be a good movie for grandchildren to look for. Whether you like it or not in the final analysis is also contradictory. Like half of it. But since it's called Rhapsody, it's probably a trivial dream. People love to dream when they are old.
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