In principle, I don't like to write film reviews, just like a poem I like suddenly appears in a textbook, is drawn, defined, deeply studied, and over-interpreted, and then it becomes boring. The same is true of movies, and appendages like movie reviews always drain the fun of a movie. But this movie always makes me want to leave some words, absolutely biased words, after all, I'm just a child. This movie always fills my head with memories of the past from time to time.
The most tender woman can also do the worst things when she is your mother, even though she may be the envy of other children. A silent man may also spurn you mercilessly when he is your dad.
I also experienced a period of confusion when I was in the second year of high school. I couldn't communicate with my parents at all. Before I knew it, my mother became a stranger, and my father became a middle-aged man who was crazy about exporting values. He never tolerated people's refutation. I don't know why he changed. So this time, I chose to be silent. In countless outbreaks of nights, I would not say a word even if I spit in my face, and silently ate the childish last words I wrote. My disgust for my dad made me hate almost all middle-aged men who were dereliction of duty when they were young, but had to show their power as a father with a tough attitude when the child was most vulnerable. I can understand Yu Bell's desperation after finding out that his father cheated on him, because he avoided seeing his father, and his mother played the same trick, forcing you to see people you don't want to see, and do things you don't want to do. At the time, it felt like your parents were cooperating liars, luring you into a trap, like sly snakes in the Garden of Eden. In order to avoid him, I tried to stay with the homeless in the 24-hour library all night, I once walked alone in the street at 3 am with my schoolbag on my back, I also tried to stay at my classmate's house like Hubert, but the war between me and my parents It lasted longer, for a month at a time, and all the guerrilla-like evasion exhausted me, and I finally offered to go to boarding school. The part that I didn't want to give up, who regarded freedom as my life before, was finally abandoned. I didn't hold on to my freedom like Hubert. My family almost swallowed me up, and I felt like I was going to be strangled in my room. But that's my problem too, when there is dissonance, I'm instantly disillusioned with life. I especially hate the quarrel-filled dining table. The angry mother always raises the left corner of her mouth when she chews. That arc is disgusting.
As a child, I felt unbalanced. Why do I know about all my mom's favorite music and writers, but she doesn't know anything about me? Are parents really the ones who know their children best? Mom sometimes encourages you that you're special, but she's too stupid to know your core. But Mom, it's not your fault.
"You navigate the complex society in a seemingly modern way, but your poetry reveals the fragility and sadness of the old days." I heard a teacher say a few days ago: "In this era, parents are infected with diseases. Then let the children inherit." Parents make you, at the same time, destroy you.
"Ten years of silence, it only took ten seconds to break, life is sometimes absurd." The silence was broken, but there was something more obscure buried deep. Maybe it's because I'm a vengeful child, and I can't really say what I love for my mother like Hubert. The deep and shallow scars are always difficult to heal, and I can't forget the dawn that sits on the floor and waits.
Hubert is right, living apart from his parents is really a good solution. Now that I'm far away from my parents, there are weekly family video calls, and the atmosphere is very good, but everyone tacitly avoids talking about something. The conversation should not be too deep, just stop at three meals a day and sleep.
It's really funny to find out that the best way to maintain family relationships is to stay as far away from your family as possible, both physically and psychologically. Very mysterious, the entanglement between parents and children.
At the end of the movie, Yu Bell and his mother looked into the distance. Is this really a release between the two generations, or is it another burial of the pain that the two gave each other?
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