those young lives

Marilie 2022-02-07 14:50:11

In Tessine's lens, I see lush but not too bright colors. A field of wheat, a stream of streams, a touch of sky in the eyes of a young man. The sight is steady, the mind is firm. "Wild Reed" is a youth narrative poem in the 1960s. Those four teenagers who were eager to resist growing up at the same time experienced a sudden enlightenment in the turmoil of youth.
Such a picture, it seems that only such a story can be faintly matched in the gap between light and shadow.

At an absurd funeral, a teenager named Sai Jie witnesses his brother, who wanted to escape from military service, is regarded as a hero after his death. He and three other young lives left footprints of growth in those bright and frank moments.
Seventeen-year-old Sage. He climbed into Francois's bed in the dark, and his youthful impulse made him eventually hurt the sensitive teenager. He touched Mai's long hair in the sun, and later he watched Mai with a little jealousy holding François in tears, but he didn't know that the girl gave herself to Enli who had left. The three young figures gradually walked away. An ignorant and dazed boy, he didn't have the most delicate and sensitive heart, he didn't get the girl he loved, but in that summer, he grew up leisurely.
The boy's final curtain call left behind.

Taisine's story was told slowly and ended peacefully, but it lasted. Although the beautiful and kind Mayi left Enli with young and passionate tears, we know that it was not a tragedy that ended.

2007.2.

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Wild Reeds quotes

  • François Forestier: I'm like you, I'm queer, but I haven't met my soul-mate yet. I met someone who doesn't want me. I should give up. That would be smarter. But I'm not smart. I have no chance, but I can't give up. I don't get discouraged. We made love once. Just once. In the beginning. He doesn't want to anymore. Since then I'm like a thief. I steal brief moments... Once I held him tight on my bike. Another time, I slept near him. You have experience. Only you can help me. At my age, did this happen to you? When you liked a boy, what did you do? How did it work?

    Monsieur Cassagne: Listen... It was so long ago... I don't want to disappoint you, but I've forgotten. I'm sorry. I have a client waiting. I have to go.

  • Monsieur Morelli: Tonight I'm talking into thin air. You're not listening. Let's just stop.

    Henri Mariani: I'm sorry. It's this morning's news. They gave Salan life imprisonment. You don't care? He wanted to save us, and he was crushed and humiliated.

    Monsieur Morelli: Get some sleep, Mariani. You need it. We'll try again tomorrow.

    Henri Mariani: Tell me what you think. I need to know.

    Monsieur Morelli: I don't know what I think. But I understand your anger.