son's room

The second time I look at it, I can find the inspiration and questioning given by the story, which is reflected in many details. Near the end of the film, the consciously tired father expressed his resignation to the patient. He apologetically comforted the man who had reacted violently because he couldn't accept it—he had been like that, an inch-long cork, a pastor's expression of destiny, which made it difficult for him to face the cause of his son's death. The female patient's response was rather calm, she said, "I will wait for you to come back, I can do it all over again." Start again. Maybe it was the next day, when he watched his daughter and friends from a distance on the street, and finally smiled again.
In our opinion, a mother who is open-minded and restrained, walks into her son's room and still can't control it, grabs a red sleeve and weeps bitterly; a sister who uses her impulses on the court to resolve her sadness will still cry in the corner of the no-man's wall. What made me cry was not only the moment when the three of them hugged each other and cried, but when the cool notes of By This River sounded, the eyes were hot and humid.
Yana's appearance dragged her mother back to the past again, but it was a beautiful turning point. The picture of the family of three in the rest station frozen through the glass window was another shock. The kind and happy father met again and took the three sleeping children all the way to the French border. It must be recalled here that the four of them sang happily, and the last sentence was "Let go of the past before you can start again." Facing their daughter who got off the bus in doubt, the two at the beach laughed, laughing that they had done so much for the two unfamiliar children, glad that they seemed to have been freed from the tragedy.
The film begins with a carnival that my father encounters on the street, injecting countless aftertastes of life, and at the same time not stirring up the melodious music. What impressed me was the scene where my father's back walked through several rooms, he kept turning off the lights behind him, and kept moving from darkness to light.
Darkness is just transition.

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