European films are accustomed to the style of abstract drama, exaggerated and even ugly characters, equally exaggerated architectural scenery, background in dark tones like watercolor, extremely short and rare lines, and large sections are full of culture. The background music of the style, and the humor that appears from time to time, after a knowing smile, there is a sentimental.
The first half is actually a story of determination. Under the supervision of his grandmother, the grandson, who was isolated since childhood, marched toward the dream of the Tour de France. The appearance of the man in the middle suit immediately turned the story into "kidnapping - saving the grandson for thousands of miles - meeting the nobleman on the road - winning "Hostages-Great Reunion" pattern, and I didn't realize until the end that the director was just expressing gratitude to the parents of the world - but when you look back at the details, you can actually find the criticism and irony of the alien culture. . In short, behind the seemingly simple and small works, there are actually too many things that cannot be described - such as things called culture, things called style, things called France, for example.
Thinking of the famous "The King and the Bird" that I watched last year, it is also a super classic French work. The two-hour long and slow rhythm, the monotonous and uninteresting pictures, and the bizarre and bizarre lines and plots, I struggled to read but didn't know what to do. Yun - Later, I found out that it was a metaphor for the French Revolution, what a bird is, what a boy is, what a shepherdess in the oil painting... It turned out to be all about it. No wonder I can't figure it out. But the taste left at that time has always been in my heart, a long time lingering, the taste of sorrow and struggle.
And this beautiful city is also full of wonderful details: the terribly fat dog who thinks all about trains and food, being used by an old lady to replace a flat tire at a bicycle race, comical whimsy ; the terrifyingly tall and thin ship, with the indomitable little pedal boat behind it, in stark contrast; the man who rented the pedal boat like a marmot; the bustling beauty of the beautiful port. The fat goddess with ice cream; the poor but contented life of the trio; the moment when the face of the gang leader turns into a hamburger... all of them are so cute, pitiful and respectable.
The old lady's energetic, unyielding, and confident appearance at all times was vividly reflected in the whole process of searching for relatives, and the French people's love for their traditional culture, although they do not occupy the mainstream, and their doubts about American culture can also be easily See - that's what I got the most from it.
At the end, the scene returns to the beginning, and the old grandson whispered to the place where his grandmother sat, answering the question she asked him many years ago,
"What do you want to say to me? TV is over...",
"... Yes, that's it, that's it. Grandma."
Then the screen goes black and the bottom line reads, "A Mes Parents" (To my parents).
As a result, I was completely defeated.
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