On the warm afternoon of early spring, a joyous youth story "Juvenile Delinquent" dispels the shadows in my heart.
Two "aboriginal" single-parent teenagers in a small Irish town, Jock, who is domineering but is often beaten by his alcoholic father, and Connor, who is gentle and dull in appearance and dubbed by his mother as stupid and useless, have a restless body dominated by hormones. Wanting to become legends, the teenagers embarked on a journey to find "treasures" without hesitation - the drugs lost in the sea by drug dealers, worth millions.
Breeze and green grass, sunshine and sea, the teenagers rode stolen bicycles and started a road trip. Like a paper plane, they could set off lightly with the wind, and draw a simple and free arc between the mountains, wild, rivers and valleys... After the twists and turns all the way, slowly descending in love and forgiveness, returning to the ordinary but still youthful and uninhibited.
From the perspective of the story frame alone, the main line of the film can be summed up as the story of two dissolute teenagers who lack family affection and care in pursuit of extreme and superficial desires. Drugs, you can see the shadows of other works, such as the popular skins in the past two years, the wallflower boy, and last year's well-known masterpiece Miss Bird, how similar themes, but this film does not have complex camera language to express the forbearance and sensitivity of adolescence Fragile rebellion, bright and warm tones from beginning to end, not even a single rainy day scene, without deliberately amplifying emotions, single-handedly going straight to the tension-rich plot conflict and bright and flamboyant background music, directly touching the depths of feelings.
What touched me the most was the innocent young man who almost died at the seaside diving, played in the cold water like a child, dared not kill chickens but watched the whole slaughtering process and couldn't eat, was fighting wits and courage with the stubborn policeman, and hid in living alone and drinking heavily. Among the kind-hearted old people, I realized that "sometimes people rebel because of loneliness, they use work to escape, quarrel with their closest people, and indulge in the things in the bottle instead of picking up the phone" such a contradictory adult world, a few days after leaving home. The phrase "you're not the worst mother in town" when I said goodbye to my mother was instantly brought to tears.
Thinking of the youth, there were no thrilling adventures, only the sympathy with friends who longed to grow up together, and they all said that they would never return to this ghost place again, and did not understand their parents or even ran away from home... Years have passed by , We have all left the small town of our hometown, and understand the good intentions of our parents back then, but we have forgotten how to fantasize about the daydream of flying.
I hope that in every dream in the years to come, accompanied by the song "lucky me" in the play, there will be a paper plane flying lightly and freely across the sky.
Lucky, Lucky me...
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