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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  • Arielle 2022-04-23 07:04:50

    because he was the son u bore, and gave to that wind blowing and that tide

  • Margret 2022-01-28 08:22:59

    Harry Potter grew up, but this movie is really not very impressive

My Boy Jack quotes

  • 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.

  • [last lines]

    Rudyard Kipling: Have you news of my boy Jack?/ Not this tide./ When d'you think that he'll come back?/ Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Has any one else had word of him?/ Not this tide./ For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?/ None this tide,/ Nor any tide,/ Except he did not shame his kind-/ Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide./ Then hold your head up all the more,/ This tide,/ And every tide;/ Because he was the son you bore,/ And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!