Even in different countries, the reasons for wanting to leave home are roughly the same.
I don’t know if I understand the film’s repressive, deep and powerless narrative of family affection, but I just think of many similar experiences of mine, those never-ending quarrels, quarrels for no reason, burying the hearts of relatives in the ground, Put emotions in a backpack.
There was no way for Anton to talk to Louis calmly. His few words and his hesitation at the airport were not important to Anton, in fact, it was not unimportant. For Anton, Louis returned with his own sense of superiority. Here, back to the place he also wanted to leave, to examine their lives. Anton was dissatisfied with his brother's irresponsibility, but in fact he was even more dissatisfied with his own incompetence. A mother's love is always warm, but she is helpless about the children's future. "Next time we'll be better prepared." It brought tears to my eyes.
With puzzlement, suspicion, dissatisfaction, depression, and unbreakable family affection, in addition to the endless quarrels, there are also those silent pictures, those quiet moments, which are so beautiful and precious.
I have been waiting for Louis to tell, but did not wait. When I think about getting along with family members, it is true that they are rarely able to tell the details of their lives calmly; people are more concerned about the so-called important things and want to hear anecdotes, but they often ignore the hearts and moments of their relatives. And life is always composed of those bits and pieces, and sometimes because of this, relatives are no longer close when they walk.
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