This is probably the most touching movie (comrade) I've seen recently.
I finally understood why those so-called high-scoring movies couldn't touch me.
I succumbed to the profiling, but what those stories sang about had nothing to do with me, or they were exquisite, but not mine.
This movie is like a story of its own, taking the gay love of love but not to the extreme.
I remember many nights when the pillow was wet with tears, the bitter feeling of loss, all because of love, all because the other party was just a straight man, and he didn't have the courage to pierce the piece of paper, wishing their love between men and women , and then lonely alone, crying silently in the middle of the night.
This film is a very small story. The boy's parents disappeared, he was tossing between families before the age of 16, and then he didn't dare to come out of the closet. No sudden emotional outbursts.
Because it is a long-term process to truly accept his own misfortune, which makes him not dare to sink too much in the face of 2 days of fast food love. When the other party said that he would go to the United States for development, the male 1 revealed more Blessing instead of diatribe.
This is a very reasonable emotional line, and it is also the truest expression for a man who dares not talk about gay rights, talks about gay sex, and has an inferiority complex in his bones.
There is another part of the film that moved me. At the end, his best friend Jamie said that he asked him to find him, which is very loyal, because it is his daughter's birthday, and the male 1 is a very important role on the occasion.
I was moved by Jamie's observation, the sentence "I'm your best friend, go find him, I'll send you", this is probably the warmest warm color in the weekend, right? Being able to have a friend who understands me so well in my life is not so sad all of a sudden.
This seems to be a story about teaching comrades how to take the initiative to show their love, and how to get comrades in the closet to pursue actively.
But what touched me the most was the grief that I could not love in the end. I hid myself very deeply, and when I suddenly met you, I secretly showed you my whole life, but you said you were leaving, right? We have only known each other for 2 days. How can this be considered love? ?
Sure enough, I am a person who does not deserve to be loved, but it is enough, because this little bit of sweetness is enough for me to reminisce for the rest of my life.
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