"Your mother is beautiful, like a fairy in the forest. After she gave birth to Daniela, her stomach swelled so much... She died in my arms, God gave it, God took it back."
At that time, Behan had turkeys, and he must not have forgotten the surprise when his grandmother gave him. Turkey is in heat, and Behan is in love. Azra, the girl who listened to Lime's story seriously and asked him if he would kiss and make him die for it. Of course, he also has a kind grandmother, an alcoholic uncle and a disabled sister. It could have been a comedy through and through, with innocent gypsy boys in a messy gypsy village, hungry for love and innocently alive.
But "to live" is a simple but cruel proposition. At the beginning of the film, Behan is just a single gypsy teenager. The cruelty brought to him by life may be Azra's mother's refusal to propose marriage because of his poverty, and the brief retrospect of the mother he has never met. And this is precisely the perplexity of every gypsy's life: poverty and loss of roots. It is not so much alcohol and gambling that cause the former, but the latter is the tragic core of everything. Use wandering to show your hometown, wandering is an endless pursuit of "roots", and it is also the source of hardship. Why is home? Where to stop? The endless hardship finally turned into a mental confusion, which can only be filled with strong alcohol and short-lived pleasure.
At least at this time, Behan didn't have to think about these. The turkey was a gift from the villagers who were grateful to her grandmother. It had natural purity and simplicity. Behan held the turkey and watched a movie with Azra, and played the accordion to the turkey. Even when a pair of little lovers had a tryst, the turkey jumped off the scaffolding and threw himself beside Behan. The turkey is an image representing Behan's innocence. A naive perspective that looks at the world, devoutly believes in God, and takes love as life. At the climax of the gypsy carnival, Behan and Azra lay naked in a small wooden boat and inscribe their names on their bodies. I don't know if it was Kusturica's intention, the small wooden boat looks like a small white coffin. Tragedy grows out of the extremity of joy. On the night of the storm, the gambler's uncle destroyed the house, cooked the turkey, and the turkey died, and Behan's time of innocence was over. Step by step into Ahmander's rhetoric, the innocent boy thought that the journey pointed to wealth, love and the health of his sister, thinking that he could earn legitimate money with his hands. The iron bento dropped from the apple candy, and the blurred Gypsy village behind the car window was the last image before the naive world pulled away.
"Take good care of them, love them like your own eyes, they are all I have... How can I not cry, my soul is bleeding."
Ahmander's hut, huddled on the outskirts of Rome, was not as pretty as his hype, that wealth was earned through crime, replete with scolding, beatings, abuse and human trafficking. Grandma said that a gypsy who can't dream is like a church without a roof. In Behan's dream, the fire is the embodiment of "lost", home, building blocks church, turkey, grandma throws balls in the square, pulls The accordion seems to be able to return to grandma... Everything is mixed in the ashes and the sound of the accordion. This may be Behan's subconscious struggle. He thought he had a beautiful ideal, but he was forced to wander because of money. Thinking that he has learned to grow up in sin and lies, but he almost forgets himself. He rejected sympathy and tenderness, succumbed to Ahmand's deceit, and lingered on the fantasies of a new house and a wedding with the last trace of innocence.
The first to bear the brunt is the love of his own fantasy, and death begins to spread from here. After returning home to learn the fact that Azra was pregnant, Behan, who was accustomed to lies, thought that Azra's innocence was just another deception. He wants to sell the child and use such a crazy way to redeem his love with Azra. So the wedding with Azra was no longer a wedding, but more of a funeral decorated with music and congratulations. After rejecting Azra's pleas, the last trace of innocence withers and dies. Azra gave birth in the air at night. She was both a mother and a bride. It seemed to repeat the moment when Behan's fate was opened. The roaring train seemed to take the woman's life away. Behan suddenly realized that he had lost more than just his wife, and the mother he had been searching for. And the self who is neither recognized by others nor recognized by himself. Variations of the accordion, I don't know if it is a tribute to life or a sad song of death. Azra's white veil, mother's white veil, fluttered like a bird in a dream. Behan finally realized that everything Ahmand made up for him was just to deceive him. He lost his bride, his sister didn't know where she was, and the so-called new house was nothing. The last faith came crashing down. Love, God and Ahmander, the original beliefs died, the religious beliefs were forgotten, the worldly beliefs were washed away by the floods of Italy along with the money he had been accumulating so hard.
God gave me wealth, tied it to the soul, and took it together.
Fortunately, fate seems to deduce the law of conservation, and what has been taken is returned in another way. Behan found his lost sister, retrieved the only blood and blood that Azra left for him in the world, found his home, and his life was about to close the loop. He chose to fight back with sin, and use lies to place his wandering family. With the wild and decisive Balkan peninsula, he kills Ahmander at the wedding to complete his final redemption. When he died, he lay on his back on the train and saw again the white bird that his wife gave birth to in his dream, and the blood stained the white sand in the carriage red. Gypsies believed that blood was power. In the shed blood, he seemed to have regained the innocence he had lost, but he could never return to the simple gypsy boy at the beginning. The cry of the baby when it was born, the mother who has never met, the old grandmother in the dream. My favorite turkey seems to be the white bird in front of me before I die. Gypsies are addicted to gambling, and Behan used his life as the last bargaining chip to lose everything, but he finally won back the innocence he once had from God.
The film reminds me of Macondo in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in many places. Behan's grandmother is like Ursula, the great grandmother who supports the whole Buendia family, and she is also like a Catalan wise man who is unpredictable. Azra floated up wearing a white gauze, as if to reproduce the scene of Remedios flying in a white robe. And the heavy rain at the end of the film, the muddy world, like the rain that swept Macondo over the years, but in the rain, only Xiao Beihan who took his father's last gold coins to wander and embark on the cycle of fate. It's just that no one sent a telegram saying: It's raining in Macondo.
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