Not being a parent can't understand this film, I justified the name of "Incendiary".

Kattie 2022-11-20 23:16:43

After reading many comments on this film, they all emphasized that the structure of the film is loose, the theme is vague, and incomprehensible...
In fact , the theme of this film is very clear, that is-the pain of losing a child! People who are not parents will never understand this.
The description of the heroine’s derailment in the first half of the film is to highlight her guilt in the second half of the film—this is not because she betrayed her marriage, but because she lived out because of the derailment, and thus had a yin and yang relationship with her beloved son. Separated. She subconsciously felt that there was a causal relationship between her derailment and the death of her beloved son.
When the hostess was looking for the bomber’s wife, she found that she also had a son. Not only did she not complain with grievances, but instead transferred her mother's love to this child (is this a kind of Stockholm syndrome in disguise?), so that the hostess has spiritual sustenance in her life. But the cruel social reality shattered her newly ignited hope!
A side line of the film is that the love reporter's persistent investigation into the bombing (to compensate for his guilt towards the heroine), which seems to have nothing to do with the subject, but actually pave the way for the heroine's turning point. The final result of the bombing investigation was a showdown between the heroine and the police lover in the RV. The truth revealed that the maidservant was completely desperate for reality (although she actually knew the answer when she got the list), and was immersed in the fantasy of the resurrection of her beloved son from the dead.
It really doesn’t really matter who the father of the new life was born at the end of the film. The important thing is that the heroine's life has hope again, and her son is resurrected...

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Incendiary quotes

  • 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.