If you think this is just a serious torture of the world, then I am wrong.
The movies that I can watch three times in a row are probably only boys and the world. The post-impressionist style and cute character design make every shot look like a postcard, and I can’t help but want to cherish it. The simple and fresh soundtrack is also refreshing.
The boy lives in the country, where chickens and ducks are in herds, cattle and sheep are at ease, and the river is crystal clear. The naughty little boy chased the chicken and duck, buried his head in the water, and watched the little fish swimming happily. Concise lines, colorful colors, farming parents, playful children, just like a few poems in Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle, Village Residence": The thatched eaves are small, and the house is green... I like children most. Rogue, Xitou lie down and peel the lotus.
I think of my childhood in the countryside, herding cows and feeding pigs, removing rocks in the creek to catch crabs, digging a hole in the wild to roast sweet potatoes, and hide-and-seek in the cornfield. In the evening, the smoke is curled up, and you can smell the old tofu made by yourself and the sausage in the twelfth lunar month.
It was the most fortunate and happy, simple and happy memory. It's like the indelible memory that the boy has.
The father was forced to get on the train bound for the city because of his livelihood, and the little boy secretly climbed onto the train with a family portrait to find his father. He passed by the cotton field. In the writing of the author and director Abreu, the hardworking men, women and children in the countryside and the textile workers in the factory are all brilliant and bright colors like red, yellow, blue and green, coupled with the most glorious and cheerful tunes of labor.
However, the color is replaced by industrialized assembly lines and uniform black. The boy saw the abandoned textile factories, the skyscrapers, the shipping containers, the shopping malls, and the televisions were full of commodities, commodities, and commodities. An old car was parked in the junkyard next to the railway station. The boy sat on the car and watched the war, technology, prosperity, and entertainment broadcast on the big screen. Turning around, there is a group of children rumbling through the garbage dump.
The little boy rode a street artist’s bicycle to the train station, but he did not find his father. All the people who got off the car looked the same, just like the garments produced by the assembly line in the container.
The boy also saw the big black bird armed with industrialization using the aircraft cannon to kill the five-color bird flying freely over the city with its gorgeous wings.
The boy ran home impatiently in horror.
However, the hometown is the dream that can't go back.
Like his father, like the street performer, the grown-up boy left his hometown and went to the city.
The city is a pyramid. Most people live at the bottom. There is rubbish everywhere, forests have been cut down, and rivers are muddy.
After many years, the boy returned to his hometown. Take the striped hat his mother gave him. However, hometown is the dream that can't go back.
I think of my hometown. The small city surrounded by mountains and rivers is now full of tall buildings, the roads are full of cars, and the streets are full of dazzling goods. Once the small river was built with a high dam, the children can no longer swim in the river to catch fish like I did when I was a child. Going to the countryside, young people go to work in cities, and large areas of farmland are left uncultivated and become wasteland. Only a few old people and children stayed in the village, many houses were hung with a big lock, and the yard was overgrown with weeds.
The world of boys is disappearing, and boys are disappearing in this world. Just like our world and the tens of thousands of us in the world, disappearing in the vastly rich commodities and materials, in the very busy modern life, in the misty factory streets, in the train leaving the homeland. middle.
If there is a movie that brings us back to our colorful and bright childhood, that movie must be a boy and the world.
If there is a movie that allows us to torture and reflect on where the world takes us, that movie must also be the boy and the world.
Every color, music, every line and drawing in the movie is a symbol, a symbol, full of meaning, with a clean and bright warmth and sadness, and the survival of industrial society and modern civilization. Serious thinking and deep concern for the predicament.
It's just hometown, a colorful dream that can't be returned.
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