I really don't like the way the movie rambles about this story from the perspective of a schizophrenic writer (looks asleep), but the image of this eccentric old woman is deeply rooted in my heart - an elegant pianist who loves music, but plays the piano in church He was accused of being "disobedient" and "unworthy of being a nun" by a hypocritical nun; misunderstood by his family and sent to a mental hospital; after escaping, he mistakenly thought he had killed a young man, and lived on the streets in a truck, full of filth and stench. It was also discussed and disliked by the community residents.
She's pitiful, but stubborn and wary, and doesn't need anyone's sympathy or kindness ("I know! I will! I've won an award!"). She is obviously an old woman with a bad temper, but she is as happy as a child when she is "skiing" in a wheelchair. The writer brought her flowers after learning about her background. "Flowers? What do I want flowers for? They just die."
As the popular short comment said, after watching too much of this kind of movie, you will feel that a certain part of your heart dies with satisfaction. The feeling after watching it is very complicated. Because it is an adaptation of a real event, I feel heartbroken, but I am cured and a little guilty (because I didn't stop to watch it, I think the plot is too bland and not a "cool movie"). There must be something to the old lady painting the van yellow, but I don't know.
"Mr. Bennett, hold my hand. Handwashing is over."
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