It took so long to see this warm film, and I feel a little regretful in my heart.
Fortunately, I saw it, I finished it, I was moved and happy. Recently, I like to say small. It is an inconspicuous and unassuming word, but it is extremely warm, has hidden power, and awakens the warmth in my heart that I have not experienced for a long time. Although the warmth was never far away, it was just that my dull heart didn't feel it.
It was at the end of the film, when my mother read her son's letter, my mother burst into tears, and I also cried on this side of the screen. For a tough mother, for a warm fake dad, for a sensible child, for a friend who helps...
Quiet picture, light color, not dazzling, not noisy. The characters' natural dialogue, exquisite and superb, the boy's eyes can talk, the fake father doesn't talk much, but there seems to be warmth in every sentence. In the end, he left and didn't know when he would come back, which is a regret left in the film. If he comes back, it will not affect the flow of emotions in the film, but it is precisely because of this lack that the viewers feel distressed. Maybe it hurts to remember it for a long time.
"I know that the real father died, just yesterday. Mommy, you still have me by your side." The letter written by the child who has already known the truth is touched every time I think of it. Sometimes I can't tell whether the adult takes care of the child or the child guards. grown ups.
What's distressing is that he is asking, will the fake dad come back to see us?
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