After reading it, there is nothing but deep heartache and sadness. After sitting for a while, I hurriedly wanted to find some warm songs to comfort myself, but we couldn't escape those vivid pictures, and we didn't understand their lives.
Suddenly found the language pale. The despair and confusion in life are always unbearable and indescribable. The owner Kiki, a poor man who has been unemployed for a long time, after experiencing the initial hope and joy of finding a job, the reality is that he is thrown back into the abyss almost immediately. I have always felt that the cruelest thing is not There is no hope, but after a glimmer of hope is given, it is smothered ruthlessly. Children, wives, a family that should have been happy, lost the fulcrum of survival in an instant.
That's why he is so madly and persistently trying to get this hope back, and this hope is so slim, flickering and flickering again and again, until the final despair.
The person who was stolen becomes a thief. The film completely shows the whole process of this change. This transition is so cruel but real. I think whoever is in that situation may be forced to make such a choice. . The most touching thing is the naive child in the film. He has been accompanying his father on the car search journey, often showing maturity and sensible beyond his age, as well as a child's unique innocence and attachment to his father.
In the end, the little boy watched his father stole a car and was insulted and abused by the crowd. He cried out loudly for his father, sobbed and picked up his father's dropped hat, and followed the crowd tremblingly. His eyes were disturbed and panicked, and he had nothing to rely on in this cold world. The owner of the car who caught Rich looked at the little boy, relented, and let him go. This episode gave me a little relief, but so what?
Richie, who seems to have been facing all this with a forbearance expression and did not express his emotions too violently, finally couldn't hold himself back at the end of the film, and the tears of a strong man finally burst. The little boy looked up at his father and put his hand in his father's hand. I believe at this moment, he wanted to hold his father tightly and give him comfort and warmth, even though his palm was only so small.
Many times I like to use some so-called sad and melancholy stories to find a reason for myself to make a fuss, but those contrived sadness are extremely pale here. This kind of dripping pain, bloody and alive, does not need to be modified or interpreted. Just need you to know that some people, they were, or are, live like this
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