2 years, I have always remembered this sentence deeply, and still love this soul-beating film.
A movie that sees despair to the core at the end, just as the warm and beautiful house at the beginning of the movie has become as creepy as a haunted house.
A woman who wants to do whatever it takes to regain her spiritual support, and a family in a foreign land desperately trying to find a dependable family, the only reason they go to tragedy is that they both have dreams.
The woman who has lost everything but her house, her dreams are dwarfed and bordering on despair; and the exiled Iranian has nowhere to go but the property he bought with all his savings. There is no right or wrong in this story, there is no justice or evil, everyone in the story is just working hard for his only remaining dream. However, the reality is so cruel that when both sides of the conflict finally begin to understand the pain of the other side, despair spreads. In the end, death shatters all dreams in an instant.
I have to admit that I am a naive person who likes to dig into horns, but I just think that dreams and reality are parallel lines. If they are not at the same point at the beginning, they will never intersect. I also have dreams, but they are far from being that great. Maybe it’s just the little desire in my heart, just like the hero in the film, wanting a perfect family, a satisfying job, and someone who loves you deeply. I admit that I am superficial, have no lofty ideals, and have no lifelong plan to fight for the great cause of communism. My dreams are always a little bit. I have dreams that have been realized, dreams, dreams, and dreams, how realistic can I be? After all, if you bump into it, you bump into it, otherwise...don't even think about it. I admire people who chase dreams all their lives and live for their dreams. At least they have the courage to never give up and persistently pursue. .
In the final shot of the film, when the police ask the dazed woman in the porch, is this house yours? The woman replied, no. Layers of accumulated despair erupted, rushing towards you like a ghost, never understanding, are they wrong? But why does it lead to such an ending that hurts everyone?
Now I suddenly realize that all the fighting and killing in this world is because of having a dream.
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