Recently, I have become more and more critical when watching movies. It is obviously the calm narrative style that I like, and it is also the work of the master Bresson. I only scored 3/5 points, and it could be 3.2/5.0 points to be more precise. Maybe I don’t Know the French countryside, and don't know about poaching!
The first shot of the film begins with poaching, a trap is set, a trap is unwound, and the hunt is able to escape. Then Mushayt came on, and at first glance she seemed to be a different girl, introverted and aloof, so rebellious that she didn't sing hymns, which I can understand. The hymns in the church are all the sounds of nature, clear and holy, and the lyrics float high in the sky like kites. I have never understood how there can be an entire room of saints singing in unison, when so many people sing the same repetition. lyrics, what are they thinking. Mushait was finally forced to sing, shedding tears of humiliation.
After class she hid behind a haystack and threw clods to vent her anger, and we followed her home. Her mother was seriously ill, and she stroked her with her hands, cared for her with maturity disproportionate to her age, and sought her affection through physical contact. She has to take care of the baby's younger brother, feed and change diapers, and act like a "mother", acting as a mother for the seriously ill mother. When my father and brother come home, they prepare coffee for them. As Mushaette prepared the coffee, she evenly poured the coffee pot into the cup, and the rhythm of her arms, elbows and shoulders exuded youthful movement and beauty. During her tossing and turning, we saw that her home was almost a family, with apathy and lack of temperature.
Mushaet went to the bar to wash the cups, and then took out the tone of throwing clods at the school gate, and threw the rag at it... It seems that when he goes out, Mushaet will show his rebellion and non-cooperation, and he will be with his family. She who has the responsibility is completely different. There are small social activities at the door of the bar. She was attracted by bumper cars, and was "rewarded" by the kind-hearted neighbors, so she went in and had a good time. That's the only bright color in the whole movie, and an inside-out smile creeps up her cheeks. It's a pity that she was brought back to the cold reality by a slap from her father.
The climax came on a stormy night, when she hid in the woods to see a quarrel between a ranger and a poacher, and was later taken to a hut by the poacher to take shelter from the rain. The poacher claimed to have killed the ranger, poured himself half a bottle of wine, and lay on the ground with epilepsy, foaming at the mouth, and Mushaette's motherhood was inspired, she stroked him and sang for him The hymn he forced to sing, reassuring him that he was okay, and firmly saying that he would not report on him... but she was still raped. A completely ignorant girl was raped and didn't understand what was going on.
She went home and told her mother about the storm, but her mother said where did the storm come from. It turns out that none of us can see the pain in other people's hearts. Then my mother died suddenly. Her shaky reliance collapsed. Her neighbors gave her coffee bread and a shroud, but they all hated her as a bad child. When the mask of hypocrisy was torn off, they all wanted to curse Mushaet.
Finally wrapped in the shroud they had given to their mother, Mushayt rolled down the hill and into the river. A ripple on the river is her farewell to the world.
The story is too dark, so youthful and beautiful life withered. I still want to see young lives thriving through the thorny adolescence.
For my son Alex, hope you make it through.
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