twelfth minute of The secret life of bees , I wanted to cry when he said happy birthday.
She's been searching for the truth about her mother.
Lily
is a very innocent movie.
The green picture is paired with a simple guitar.
Two people,
from parallel, come together.
A black slave, a white girl.
a car.
Talking about a future without a future.
In an age of no equality.
Human rights are just
a pink house and a green car.
Lily walked in with
a wild hair of
hopeful news about her mother.
Even if her mother is dead
she needs to know the truth about her mother if she
really abandoned herself
it was a splendid house
portrait of an old lady
warm red
people always help each other
especially prominent in those times
this is not charity, I Will give back to your
apiary The
golden sun shines on lily's golden thatched hair,
a guitar sound floats gently,
a stone,
a tree shade, and the
emaciated lily
walks through the woods,
through the flowers, and
comes to a small stream
. Sit down and look at the sun shining in the distance
how much she misses her mother
I can't say enough words to express my love for this movie scene.
Black music is always so rich
. Last week I watched skinss3e3 and thought pure African music was so fascinating.
Every little things need to be loved
that is A forest of bees
then remembered the very symphonic background music
Lily said I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Dakota was still like a ten year old girl when she acted in this movie.
Of course she was actually fourteen years old. She also played a fourteen-year-old girl.
Her flat body, childish skin.
It is in stark contrast to her mature soul and the melancholy temperament that the character gives her.
She closed her eyes, frowned, and smiled.
I love Sundays.
This is a moving story.
Look at their eyes.
So firm.
Look at their smiles,
so kind.
Good August, June and Ma.
kind people.
Touch her heart.
This is a warm film.
Although halfway through the film, I just felt that Lily was surviving in the idea of finding her mother/
But when I watched this film. It feels warm.
They sat in the kitchen, gluing honey bottles. Let's hum and sing together.
Sometimes not feeling is the only way you could survive.
And purple honey.
White teenage girls, sucking the fingers of black beekeepers with purple honey.
Is that a kind of first-time love?
Also, the black body is really beautiful.
They lie on the grass.
From laughing to crying.
when standing up. I saw the shape of two people slumped down on the grass.
How homely.
in dim light.
Dakota's deep blue eyes, darkly brushed to dark brown by the light /
Please let him be okay.
They wear beautiful cloth skirts.
In the light, the inner petticoat leaked out.
Such simple beauty.
This is a purely beautiful movie.
May, June, August, Lily, Roseleen, Gretta.
All are beautiful names.
Then May died.
She is weak.
Her heart is fragile.
No one can survive a weak death.
May's funeral.
Only Lily wore a white dress.
with the white cross.
It seems very quiet.
I still find the plot a little rushed.
This is a film depicted with music and footage.
Actually it can be slower.
Dakota is a man born in the South.
It's like Georgia.
She plays a southern girl like a duck to water.
Just add the date and history.
She spoke with a southern accent that was no longer hers.
With the melancholy eyes she's used to in the movies.
But she did grow up.
Not just physical changes.
Her increasingly beautiful face.
There is also connotation.
She has grown into an attractive girl.
The story itself is a tragedy.
It was a tragedy from the beginning.
A four-year-old girl shot and killed her mother.
But he used up his youth, trying to understand his mother who thought he loved him dearly.
The story itself is doomed to be a tragedy.
But when he presented it to us in the form of a film with colorful lenses and lively music, it all turned out beautifully.
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