In the dimly lit small hall, I thought I was looking forward to a touching and inspirational masterpiece, but I don't know if the expectations were too high or it was really boring. What I watched was fascinated but not fascinated. I was neither moved nor in awe. I was just watching an ordinary normal life. I really don’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate – a disabled person, but acting out the sense of normal life in the eyes of others. Maybe this is Respect for him? ?
Christie may be suffering, but he has a complete family, relatives and friends with flaws and shortcomings, but they all have no intention of harming others, they all surround him in a beautiful reunion, take care of him, treat him like an ordinary person, and slowly open his face. Eyes and minds to the world. The chubby mother has the plump body and flushed cheeks of the Irish Highlander, lofty expectations, continuous confidence, encouragement in times of lows and caring and helping each family member, reminds me of the words of Grandma Saga. -Real thoughtfulness is imperceptible. So the whole family saved money and hid it in a jar for the surprise mother found, and built a single room for Christie to restore the secret of his father's dignity. The support and attachment between brothers and sisters were all so warm, so warm that Christy didn't have to face the society. As long as he insists on being himself, another kind of luck lies not only in the acceptance and support of his family, but also in the opportunity created by the superiority naturally revealed by the so-called charitable elites around him.
I really didn't see any inspirational hard work, or I really didn't want to understand the film that way, I only saw the meaningful life of a special young man, built on the art palace supported by his left foot, and even more so Based on close ties to the mother-centered family. Please dedicate the flower between your toes to you fucking hiding behind you.
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