In this way, [Mirror] This movie should have missed me.
However, inexplicably, I was inexplicably enveloped in a faint emotion in this obscure film, and I almost watched the whole film with a kind of inquiry and desire.
In the end, I still couldn't identify the protagonist, and I didn't have the slightest grasp of the plot of the play. The deepest impression is still the moment in the movie where my mother, with her hair loose, walked skillfully to the simple bucket hanging in the small yard, scooped up the water and washed her face. Let you know that it's actually a naked life.
Or maybe it's the co-written music or even the slightly crying poetry in the movie that fascinates me. I don't care where the fate of the people in the film goes, because the people in the film are us, and we are in the mirror. I saw the life of my mother, the trajectory of my brother...
I still listen to the story with a smile, and try to face life calmly and strong. I understand more and more that we are facing the same world, we are all experiencing similar stories, we all know the same truth, but we are not on the same avenue for the time being.
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