A bicycle connects two seventeen-year-old boys. One is a country child who came from the countryside to work in the city. He has a beautiful dream about the city, but the planned life trajectory is disrupted because of the theft of a bicycle. The other is an urban child who grew up in the city. Although he lives in the city, he is from a poor family in the city. After his father repeatedly failed to fulfill his promise to buy him a bicycle, he stole the family's money and bought it in the countryside. Child's stolen bicycle. Everyone has their own dreams of adolescence. The children in the countryside hope to pay off the car to the company as soon as possible, have their own bicycles, and always spy on the women in high-heeled shoes in the opposite tall buildings through the cracks in the walls; the children in the city hope to have their own bicycles, so that they can send their beautiful female classmates home , you can show off your driving skills with your buddies. In the end, no one can really own that beautiful bike, and the bloodied country kids carry the bikes smashed by gangsters down the crowded streets of the city. The traffic flowed like a shuttle, and people moved forward on their own track. No one would care about such a child and such a bicycle.
The story is over. No one is wrong in the story. There’s nothing wrong with a country kid insisting on getting his car back, or a city kid buying a stolen car for their own vanity. So why doesn't anyone get what they want? It's like a war, but everyone loses and no one wins.
I really like Wang Xiaoshuai's camera language. The low-level view looks at the flow of people on the street through the wheels of the bicycle, and the high-level view expresses the bewilderment of a country child entering a luxury office building for the first time. There is also a close-up of the pair of red shoes, the howling of a country child who threw himself into the car to prevent others from taking it away, a city child smiling in the wind after sending a beautiful female classmate home with his own car for the first time, the car being killed by his father A line of tears standing on the roof after returning it to others, as well as the hutongs and pigeon whistles unique to Beijing.
I'm running out of words, I can only say one sentence. It's really good. It seems that it's over :)
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