If it was China, there would definitely not be such a film

Joaquin 2022-01-28 08:22:59

After watching this film, I kept thinking about a question: if this happened in China, there would be no such film.
In fact, this question first appeared when the line appeared in the film: Is this sacrifice honorable? Until the end, the entire Kipling family fell into endless grief, and the old Kipling could no longer use "honorable" words to cover up his grief and regret.
Perhaps, "Glory" is a lie trying to convince myself, and I have been thinking that the Chinese should use it to the extreme. So this kind of film will not appear in China, of course, it didn't exist before, and I won't know it in the future.
Perhaps, "honor" and "sacrifice" are two things at all. It is honorable to perform duties, but it is a pity that sacrifices are made. Two things just happen to happen to the same person. But when it comes to "murder," it's possible that the discussion ends up with a conclusion like "war is pointless." Don't extend, just look at what's in front of you, then it can be said that jack was murdered. Therefore, I still think that such a film will not appear in China, especially under the premise that Chinese people generally believe that "sacrifice is the most glorious".

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My Boy Jack quotes

  • Rudyard Kipling: [after being informed of Jack's death] By all accounts he was very brave, so few of us have the opportunity to play our part properly. But he did. He achieved what he set out to achieve.

    Caroline Kipling: He must have been in such awful pain.

    Rudyard Kipling: If you talked to wounded soldiers they would tell you the pain only sets in later. So, he was lucky. I was done with quickly.

    Caroline Kipling: Don't tell me he was lucky! He wasn't lucky, or... or Brave, or happy! Jack was eighteen years and 1 day old! He died in the rain, he couldn't see a thing, he was alone! You can't persuade me that there's any glory in that!

  • Caroline Kipling: [crying] I miss him.

    Rudyard Kipling: [bursts into tears] So do I.

    Caroline Kipling: I can feel his head on my chest. I can feel his thick hair under my fingers. I can hear him laugh. I can feel his heat against me.

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