This is the second time I've seen this movie and I hate spoilers so I won't say what it's about, but I didn't really see anything the first time, so I ignored it. In this year, my life has also changed a lot of stories, so I look back on the past, and this movie just entered one of the catalogues that I look back and reflect on. I just want to say that from the second half of the film I burst into tears. The kind of self-protection, the rationally recognized mistakes and the blemishes of life, is emotionally defeated by the ego to bring this kind of failure and pain to the altar of the soul. You can say this feeling is arrogant, but it is also a kind of self-protection for the society. They use pride to hide their humility. They know that what is wrong and failed, but because it is their own, they refuse to comment on anyone other than themselves. Because I know as much as they do, I'd rather it's wrong, it's dirty, and no one else has any qualifications to describe it, also because it's my minutes, and because it's my life.
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