This is not a movie review! Not a movie review! Not a movie review! It's probably the afterthought after crying and swollen eyes. In the evening, I went to see the special screening with my friends. Before the opening, we talked about Oscar, and then I had to feel that time flies. It feels like I have just watched the 87th, and suddenly it is the awards season again. The movie is good overall, the main body, rhythm, plot and technique are actually the style of the Oscar proposition composition, as well as the impeccable acting skills of the leading actors. The idea of "ordinary" seems to permeate the entire film—two ordinary women, an ordinary love affair, an ordinary dream of owning a house and a dog—but it's the process of ordinary people's pursuit of equality that makes their stories change. Not ordinary. In fact, when I watched this movie, my focus was not on same-sex love that transcended life, old age, sickness and death, but a memory brought back by the episode of cancer. I remember that when I was in high school in Melbourne, there was an English teacher in the school with the same surname as the novelist Ye Ci. She is about the same age as Laurel in the movie, an easy-going person, and has been in school for nearly two decades. Ms. Ye Ci's body is a little rich, and the style of dress is always loose and comfortable, always giving people a warm feeling. I have participated in her English group, and I have heard other students' comments on her. All of them are full of love, and I appreciate her patience in teaching and admiration for her profound cultural knowledge. Later, I learned more that Ms. Ye Ci actually graduated from Yale, was proficient in seven languages, and traveled all over the world when she was young, which not only gave her more admiration. At the end of the second year of high school, I was very happy to learn that she would teach our class in the third year of high school. I looked forward to the whole vacation and did my homework very seriously. We didn't see her when the third year of high school started. The new teacher in our class was also a close friend of Ms. Ye Ci. She told us that she had been fighting lung cancer for nine years, and her condition had recently worsened. Everyone can't believe that she, who looks optimistic and healthy on weekdays, is afflicted by a disease. Later, she never showed up at the school again. We made a greeting card and asked the teacher to take it with you. Although we were told that her condition was not getting better, everyone wrote good wishes like "hope for a speedy recovery". Knowing her death was in September, hundreds of students from all over the world came to the funeral. Laurel's illness reminds me of Ms. Ye Ci. One is a police detective who is dedicated to safeguarding the safety of the people, and the other is a teacher who is very knowledgeable. Why did such a tragedy happen to them? If God really exists, why do people who are so good and who make selfless contributions to society and others have an unfortunate fate? At an age when they should spend the rest of their lives peacefully with their loved ones, or teach and educate people to enjoy family happiness, why should they suffer in pain under the entanglement of illness? die? At the end of the film, Laurel's lover, Stacie, said in public: "We've spent so much time on this house thinking we'll be together forever...but now it doesn't seem possible." After wandering and struggling in the sleepless city for decades, if there is a chance in his later years, he may return to Melbourne to visit his alma mater and his former teachers. But I never see Ms. Ye Ci again.
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