Everything is so neat, British regular. Neat, beautiful, clean, editing, pictures, meticulous, every line, every transition, has its own metaphor. But regularity is often not moving, but I cried at the end, I think because its view of God, its view of the rules of life - beliefs, laws, teachings - is so moving.
All the stories are told slowly, narrated directly, and the foreshadowing has already been buried, so stay calm so that it will not get out of control. Until that sudden kiss. But what you won't admit is that we tend to all know that it's time for kisses, tears, death.
Everything is like a joke. The church makes us give up our lives, the law doesn't make us make our own decisions, and God often won't save you. Adam, the boy who has appeared in my dreams countless times, plays the piano, reads poetry, writes countless letters with no answer, believes in God, wants to grow up but can't, fantasizes about taking a cruise with his Lady , trusting her to answer all the questions he will never be able to solve. But what a joke: the God we deeply believe in pushes us to death, he gives us eternal life in heaven, but doesn't want us to live; parents argue with the court to cut that blood vessel in the name of love ; bystanders always see murder, not the life that can be saved; the law uses a ludicrous number to define whether we can make our own decisions, and when I was 17 I was in my hospital bed waiting for a Laws that can't be overturned to give me the right to live, and when I was 18 - how ridiculous - I could refuse treatment, refuse to see my parents, and be able to legally and legitimately tell people that this was My decision; that Lady, who I thought could answer me, was actually a poor person who was too calm to live her life well, she never felt that everything was so important.
We are so influenced by so many people that we can truly believe that those pessimistic thoughts that are subtly planted in our minds are God's instructions. We may never really believe in God, lock ourselves in the bathroom, talk to God, say our prayers, pray that people will be happy in this world, pray that the earth will be safe, pray for our own good luck tomorrow, pray for our own sacrifices Being able to reap the rewards, we thought God would listen. If everything goes against us, we question him, we say why, why does God keep hurting us all the time. In "Empire", Andre questioned God on a night of thunder and lightning, and the priest told him, this is a test that God gave you, look at Abraham, look at Job, you only see your suffering, you don't see it God's higher expectations and will for you. Andre still put the knife in his heart, knelt down and said to God, if you want to take my life, if this is what you want, I will give you my heart, but please help My wife and kids. In the end, all was well, the wife and children survived the crisis, and Andre did not die under his own knife. He looked at his children and said, God, you are bigger than me.
But we're all selfish people, aren't we? We keep talking about fraternity, believing that we can love all people in the world as we love our own mother, and that our firm belief will never change. But we still occasionally—when things don’t go our way—doubt God, whether he exists, whether he will actually save us. I was so scared, so I told myself in my heart, think about Abraham, think about Job, this is just a test from God. But we are all selfish people. In terms of religion, I believe that almost all religions recognize the existence of destiny, life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, every time I travel, every time I get on a car, every time I get on a boat, every day. Wake up and go to sleep every day, ready to die. I said to myself, if this is the last day of my life, let it come, because everything was decided long before I existed. God, if you are willing to take my life and save those who are more worthy of life than me, then come, death is a gift. But in science, the strange thing is that I am also a devout quantum mechanical randomist who believes that the world is built on randomness, that rules fail, that they do not live forever, and disorder is the answer to immortality.
We tend to believe the answers in our favor, don't we? When Adam lay on his sickbed, pale, as if he was going to die in the next second, he was still so alive, he was still so romantic, he was learning to play guitar on his sickbed, he smiled at My Lady, and begged her to be a little later go. Just such a boy, he was ready for his own death. So from that moment on, I was already trying to hold back my tears, because how precious he was, he gave up the answer in his favor and turned to his own God, even though he may not be so pure and not Telling the truth, but Adam was willing to believe it. This is his preciousness.
But this is all doomed to disillusionment. When he found out that "God" was a liar, that his parents didn't love him and that My Lady would not accept him, he chose to die, at the age of 18. He said he probably didn't believe in God anymore, he preferred to believe in Yeats and his great poetry, there was so much going on in his head, he said he felt like he was going to explode and was always daydreaming , fantasized about going on a long boat trip with her. In the end, everything is set free, perfect, still organized, and will not get out of control. Our lives don't get out of control, it's meant to be.
Adam believes in God at the end, I believe in this, he still didn't choose the answer of selfishness, he still didn't like me sitting in front of the screen, began to wonder, whether sometimes, perhaps, human can be bigger than God. I haven't felt the power of humanity so much in a long time. When Adam chased Newcastle, he appeared in front of My Lady in the rain, and I looked at his wet hair and eyes, and I felt the humanity in that moment. , I really felt at that moment, God will lose something if Adam leaves him. I began to believe that we might actually be able to influence God more or less, or make that self-serving choice, and let God see how many people in our lives are worth living and how many people should be loved , although they are really too small. But life is always like that, isn't it? God is bigger than human, always.
So in the end, when I heard My Lady's monologue, he was just a child, a boy, a lovely boy, I finally cried.
May God bless them.
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