central Station. I watched half of this film with my brother a long time ago, and after about half an hour, I left it there when I came back, as if I couldn't think of a reason to watch it. The film of an old woman and a child has no love and no suspense. It was not until I finally saw the end that I admitted that it was really a good film.
Ordinary and small. Dora, an old unmarried woman who writes letters for a living at the station, and Josue, a penniless and stubborn little boy who died only with her mother. They're not perfect at all, drinking, arguing, and stealing, they're as mundane as the city dust. And the dusty long-distance buses, the stations crowded with people of all kinds, the illiterate farmers who are superstitious about their future, the dusty canteens with all kinds of bright and cheap food, the thin bungalows just built along the street, all these make me feel like this Familiar, I know this is Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, but I suddenly feel that I am somewhere in China a few years ago. Dora, who wears a white half-sleeved top, looks like a woman coming home from get off work standing beside her on the bus. Such an ordinary and real scene makes their disappointment and joy become palpable. And because of this, we tolerated all their faults.
Obedience. I don't intend to use the word in a derogatory sense here, but I feel that it summarizes a certain philosophy and seems to have some fit with ancient Chinese philosophy. Things always happen unexpectedly, and people endure it, as if the river of life encounters a stump and continues to flow in a circle. Josue watched her mother die in front of her, Dora put on her lipstick and came out to see the dusty truck, and I felt like I could hear the sudden crash of fate, and the hope that had just raised my head was shattered. Voice. It's just that they still go, to complete the journey that seems to be a belief, but to find the father who seems to be the ultimate ideal and just a symbol. That has happened, the suffering of the past, as if complaining was useless. And I look at these trivial pieces with impatience, only to find that they all point to a shining ending.
forget. Walking on the country road, about to knock on the door of Dad's house, Dora said to Josue, one day you will forget me. The little man said earnestly and hopefully, I will never forget you. For his short life dictionary, the word forgetting should not have been written yet. During this journey, they depended on each other to fight against all the challenges of the outside world. When Dora leaned on Josue to sleep peacefully, what they meant to each other was the whole world. However, when the journey is over, when Josue continues to live, she is no longer his protector, no longer his companion on the journey, no longer in his life, he will find that life is so much more interesting For many things, he will continue to take long-distance cars of various colors from one place to another, and finally one day, this long journey for him today, only an abstract memory is left, he finally, forget her.
Many times we know and trust some people like this, most often on a joyful journey, as if we have met a lifetime confidant. However, when the journey is over and they go home, there is no environment where they can talk together under the same roof, and the final result is only forgetting. However, the movie has left a warm note to this inevitable past, that is, two people in different places, at the same time, put a kaleidoscope of a group photo (remembering the nice lyrics of "Group Photo" in Luomimian that I heard many years ago) on the eyes. Even though it is thousands of miles away, there is still such a small thing that evokes Qiannian.
I don't know how to define warmth. But I still feel that this film uses all the elements that are not warm to outline a warm atmosphere. About love, trust, faith, pursuit.
Yes, there are letters. Letter wrapped in white envelope. Dear, do you still write letters?
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