There is a Peter in everyone's heart. Pan. A child who will never and will never grow up.
He is hopelessly arrogant and hopeless, he needs a lot of love but doesn't know how to love someone,
he can fly, the world is always clear and clear, and
he refuses to grow up with sadness and melancholy.
The ideals in this world are always powerless to resist the reality. They are as pale and funny as the rabbits tell people that carrots will have them, but there is no answer.
Knowing that the helpless sounding in the adult world, he also wants to be arty and elegant. No matter the pain, try your best to be beautiful.
Innocent and fearless began to be called childish, willful causing harm, and if those beautiful, pure and simple things are destined to be exchanged...
I have to talk to the little Peter in my heart. Pan said goodbye. This sad, distressed child!
I happened to see a movie about children and childhood today. I passed by the screening classroom, and the projection slowly broadcasted "I'm Not Afraid of You".
The Italian films I've seen are always beautiful and breath-taking, with
few plot twists. soothing. Bright and delicate like a colored pencil drawing.
They are like leaf bookmarks, quietly sandwiched in memory, yellowing and precipitation.
Seems like an old movie.
While playing with his buddies, the little country boy Mirelle found that a white boy, Mayfair, was hiding in a hole in the field.
He was kidnapped from the city and kept in the dark underground, covering his head with a blanket
. Come to see him, give him water, cheesecake and toys, they gradually build up trust and friendship, play together secretly,
he wrote in the hole: don't be afraid with me,
he brought him in the dark to the sun, like Rolling in the rice fields like a groundhog, laughing like a happy doll in a fairy tale.
When he was about to let Mayfair go, he found out that the kidnappers were his parents.
Miller sacrificed his life to save him, but was injured by his father who mistook him for a hostage.
Mayfair, who escaped, returned despite the danger...
The plot is simple. Kidnapping, rescue;
there is some suspense at the beginning, the mysterious hole is opened, the eyes closed in the dark, thin, white, frightened,
I thought it would be a thriller, but the pure big eyes staring at the hole under the blue sky led to another. A landscape:
the Italian countryside is strong, the golden summer sun is dazzling, the quiet village rice fields;
the music is always just right. The violin and the wind, rolling like a wave, the childhood of a group of children's games.
I always like to use the juxtaposition and chaos to pile up the beauty I see over and over again.
At the end of the film, under the illumination of the snow-white light of the helicopter, Phil's white clothes fluttered, and Mirelle smiled peacefully.
They stretched out their hands to each other like angels. At that moment, the child's world was shining.
Children's friendship is pure and simple, adults do not understand, they will only make noise.
I feel more like Phil, bound by reality to a place where I don't know what to do, timid and panic,
I really hope to meet my Mirelle, brave but just as innocent and kind,
will lead me to roll in the warm sunshine,
yes I opened my arms and said, don't be afraid of me.
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