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: I've heard it said that grief is like an animal to some. With a life of its own and we are at its mercy. I don't know about that. Grief is the stillness of the world the moment my boy left it. It's that quiet rain that never stops falling. They say that grief transforms us. I know it's transforming me, but into what?

  • [first lines]

    The Boy: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go...

    The Boy: Mummy you blinked, I won.

    Young Mother: Yes you did. Now in you get. Tomorrow we're going to the sea-side.

    Young Mother: [narration - boy running on the beach] So, if I'm going to show you my life, better start here. My boy, in Camber Sands. Why this and why now? I'll come back to that.

    The Boy: Mummy!

    Young Mother: [narration] A force of nature was what the midwife called him when he came howling into this world four years ago. And he hasn't stopped since.

    The Boy: Mummy!

    Young Mother: [narration] Me and him spend a lot of time together on account his Dad is a right miserable bugger. To be fair, he wasn't always miserable. Or maybe he was and I just didn't see it. I wouldn't be the first one in my family to have her knickers charmed off her by some fellow in the Army. Any way, for better or worse, I got my boy and he got me.

    The Boy: [dangling a sand worm] Mummy! Mummy!

    Young Mother: [narration] I remember my Mum took me to Camber Sands once. The one day she was sober. It was drizzling then too. "Gets you out of the house, don't it?", she said.

    Young Mother: [narration - on train] And that quiet rain fell all the way home.

    Young Mother: [narration - London street] My gran told me that Adolf Hitler did us a favour when he bombed London. His incendiary bombs made the hole in Barnett Grove that they built our tower blocks in. And London burned with incredible noise and fury. It was on account of Adolf, she said, that we get a nice view with the Georgian Gems on the other side of the street, where the bomb missed.

    The Boy: Mummy. I'm running, I'm running really far. Come on, catch me!

    Young Mother: [calling to him] Careful. If you think I can't see you in there, you're mad.

    Young Mother: [narration] We bought our flat off the Council. Smells of chip fat. But Lenny says it will be a good investment one day, because it's within a stone's throw of the city. Third generation of tower block dwellers, we are. If you're interested just type in Chav, Pikey or Ned, and you'll find us in council estates all over London. Favourite food: Chicken Kiev, favourite TV programme: Top Gear, Religion? Arsenal Football Club.