But fundamentally different.
Duras's lover, from the beginning, resolutely dragged every officer into deep wounds and despair.
The tear of love. Love scars. The pain of love. and hopeless.
In an understatement, it describes the most painful imprint in the soul.
Deeply cold.
The film "The Officer and the Boy" is a far cry from that.
The whole film is full of warm light, which seems to be extraordinarily felt in the afternoon in winter.
Even if the story is about a little boy and an officer, love.
How did it start? The boy starts to fall in love with the officer? Did
he see the officer's witty ventriloquism at the welcome ball?
Or after drinking the first sip of Coca-Cola, looking up to find the same look back from the officer dancing with the girls?
Is it dancing alone with officers outside the lively ball?
When he was walking alone on the road, he was overtaken by the officer's jeep. fall back. fall back. go ahead. go ahead. The boy finally jumped into the car with a smile, and was immediately stuffed with a chocolate by the officer. when?
No way to start tracing.
The only thing that was clear was this twelve-year-old boy and this twenty-something-year-old officer. love it.
In the warm afternoon, the two embraced naked.
The boy quietly jumped out of the bed, opened the officer's drawer, found a photo, and carefully stuffed it into his jacket pocket.
The officer woke up, looked at the boy, smiled, and put another chocolate in his mouth. Then, kiss.
The officer told the weak little boy on his body, I love you. You are my baby. I love you.
The boy who speaks Dutch, do you understand the meaning of the officer?
With the withdrawal of the garrison, the day when the two parted was approaching.
The boy who knew nothing, sat on the officer's bed and played with his gun.
The officer said what he said about him, and said a lot of words.
The boy thought that he was tired of listening, and thought that he could not understand. Impatiently said shut up. The officer didn't mind, he was still talking about him, about him.
The officer took the boy home that night and told him that he was leaving.
The boy didn't understand. Thought it was the same as before. It is the difference that can still be seen the next day.
The boy entered the house without looking back, unaware of the officer's eyes behind him. Watch, deeply.
Knowing that the next day, the boy heard the discussion among his companions, and Fang suddenly woke up.
In a hurry, I got on the car and ran to the camp, and the people went to the empty building.
I ran to the beach where I often played with officers, and shouted the officer's name to the distant ships.
Not even an echo.
The boy who came home dejected, found his shirt with a photo of an officer hanging in front of the door. I rushed up and took out my pocket, and there was only a small lump of pulp left.
The boy finally couldn't
hold back, cried, and shouted, this is the only photo I have... This film is very European, and the Dutch director Roeland Kerbosch continued to carry forward the characteristics of slow motion and long shots of European directors, dragging the rhythm of the whole film Slow, lazy, unhurried. Full of the atmosphere of the Dutch countryside. And the honest and honest villagers. Although the background is during World War II, there is no atmosphere of war at all. Perhaps, he thinks that in the face of love, everything else can be ignored?
After watching this movie, I was actually a little skeptical.
Boy and officer, is it really love? Or is it an instinct to depend on each other?
A boy who left Amsterdam in flight, an officer who joined the army for the pride of his parents. even if the language is different. Is acquaintance an instinct?
Why bother to doubt. What if it's not love?
The officer who played with the boy, the officer who carefully buttoned the boy, the officer who taught the boy to drive, the officer who opened the door to the dance with the boy, and the boy who secretly hid the photo of the officer, followed the officer with his eyes in the church The boy who sat beside the officer and danced, the boy who was struck by lightning when he went to get the sign left by the officer in the rain, and the boy who became a dancer.
It's a true and pure relationship~ Even if I don't know if it can be defined as love...
Such an important person suddenly disappeared this morning. Not even a word left.
The only photo turned into mud. The film of the group photo was exposed due to the boy's ignorance.
What's left?
Actually there is.
Using army thread to help the boy sew the button, the officer smiled and pointed to the boy and said that this is my scarecrow, the sunglasses that accidentally fell on the boy's fence, and the sign hanging on the scarecrow. Also, the permanent scars left on the boy's hands, the memory of the first time drinking Coke, the first dance, the first love, and the life that finally chose dancing as a career because of an unintentional sentence of an officer.
This person has appeared before. Then he will never disappear.
Even after it disappeared. But because of this person's appearance, your life is quietly moving in his direction, deviated by one centimeter, another centimeter... At the end of
C'est la vie.
Thirty years later, with the help of new technology, Finally, the exposed film was developed to produce two photos.
In one, the boy took a group photo with the scarecrow whom the officer said with a smile on his face.
One is the military badge of an officer.
It reads, Walt, 1945.
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