The mist in the morning light - the bond of eternal love

Herbert 2022-03-26 08:01:01

I haven't written a movie review in a long time.

It seems that the movies have been watched very little.

A film with a sense of tranquility. After reading it, it's like lying on a warm bed, being gently brushed by the soft and smooth quilt, and then wrapping the whole body...

The plot is very simple, a few simple stories, as a daughter, as a mother... various identities are intertwined. In these identities and roles, we express regret, reveal pain, and at a certain moment, understand and melt, let go and accept . In the whole story, the character I admire most is the one who looks like an Indian (I didn't even remember his character's name), so tolerant and understanding, with principles and positions, and most importantly, various The wisdom that permeates the details, even his daughter really understands the simple truth of "getting along is more important than blood relationship", this sentence is the finishing touch of the whole film. very good.

For me, the whole piece has no tears, but it is fresh and elegant, like the mist in the morning light, fluttering and swaying, and it warms my heart as long as it is, it is the eternal connection between people - love, The most concise look.

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Extended Reading
  • Colt 2022-03-27 09:01:23

    Women's radiance is graceful

  • Kaylie 2022-03-29 09:01:10

    This movie is really "feminist", the male characters are completely invisible. The last part of the adjustment was too fast, it would seem abrupt and too dramatic to accept, but the previous three storylines are still very good...PS: Naomi really looks like Fringe heroine Olivia...

Mother and Child quotes

  • Ray: Do you always tell the truth?

    Lucy: The truth is easier to remember.

  • [last lines]

    Karen: [voice over] I never saw you. With a new haircut, with new shoes... When was your first period? Was someone there to help? Did anyone explain? Did you hear the rain one night when I heard it? What gave you comfort? I've missed it all, and I've accepted it. But today I met Ella. Her little face is like a bird that flies high over thirty-eight years that have gone on and on and on, like a horrible parade. But now it's passed. Only Ella remains, God bless her. Ella is peace.