It is said that this cement garden won the Golden Hitchcock Award at the British Dinard Film Festival in 1993. It's a Hitchcock kind of award. I'm all too familiar with Heath, but this is the first time I've heard of an award named in his name. It's Hitch's stuff, so there must be no lack of suspense, and questions don't need to be spoken out, and let people see for themselves. But here, does he have an unsolved mystery, it is like a very small but brilliant treasure in his childhood - a magic box. It was a world of thousands of flowers that could be held in the palm of one's hand, squinting, and looking into the tiniest hole at the top. Inside there are mountains, waterfalls, black, and flowers. Only there may be no one. Often, it is the time when a person should appear. Even if there is, he is a piece of paper, a thin plane. Most of the time, it is a beautiful and lifeless grand scene. He, too, has a yellowed image quality, a clear and ruthless composition, only a few of the dilapidated villas to be demolished, and when the wind blows, countless half-person-high wild grasses float. Then there was such a family, at first complete, father, mother, elder sister, elder brother, younger brother, and then the father died suddenly because he pretended not to understand the class of officials and almost took his life to clean up the dead garden. Then there was the emotional exhaustion of the mother before long, and she went away. Then her corpse became a stepping stone for the four who were still or scattered—a fear of being orphaned prematurely and had to be entrusted to a social institution. No one wants to, so what to do, then go to see bags of cement - at first, my father hoped to expand the garden here, and built a house for her. The mother entered the mud house, the world above changed, the elder sister fell in love with the younger brother, a deformed love story.
However, is this really terrifying? How did I see the end, when I stared too close at the face of my brother with long brown hair, he was lying on the bed naked, and on it was my sister who was naked, I felt the air around me was stagnant, but I didn't vomit, but it was close Pure and beautiful, especially clean, in the intertwined body of a pair of the same blood, I saw some kind of hope, which is the straw for survival after the downright despair-continue to raise his and her "children" ". Is this possible, in the daily decline of the town, the pool with dirty dishes, the rotten bricks around the window, he and she for the past mother's words "like a mother and father", each other love. It's all based on a kind of fear, many things that are farther away than the sky, may become a dagger that destroys self-improvement, and then around this house where the sunset is forever, he rediscovers her, she discovers him.
Should it be condemned? I thought, if they were doing it for their own good, if she didn't want another child with him, if this was only going to happen in fall film-like movies, then if it could be true, it should be how it happened.
That slide box, just after the exclamation, the previous unforgettable scene died prematurely.
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