To commemorate the deceased eldest son, for the annual sacrifice sweep, members of the Yokoyama family had a family gathering one day in summer.
The blandness and reality of daily life begins with the meal preparations of the mother and daughter. We know that the second son is over from being single, and on this day of the elder brother's funeral, he will bring his newly married remarried wife and stepson home. If my mother said remarriage, birth or separation means that there is no love anymore, which is better than death. Because the new daughter-in-law's ex-husband died three years ago.
The old mother of the Yokoyama family has always had the wisdom of daily life. In life, she has always been optimistic, and she does things quickly. But the pain of passing away never goes away. Worshiping in front of the eldest son's tomb, she said lightly: "There is nothing more painful than sweeping the tomb of one's own child." Facing the second son's question (why the rescued person must come to the house every time), she cheerfully His face suddenly became silent and gloomy, "If there is no object to hate, then it will be us who suffer. It's so pitiful to be forgotten in the past ten years. That child also has to let him have painful memories once a year. So next year , The year after that, I will ask him to come."
The old man of the Hengshan family used to be a doctor who opened his own clinic. The death of the eldest son means that there is no successor, and the old age is desolate. There is a gap between the old man and the second son. The second son probably felt that his father was too arrogant. He often carried the majesty of his profession, was condescending and looked down on others. Doctor is a good profession? The old man was overwhelmed and went out of business at home. But he still often buried himself in the clinic, not asking about family affairs. When you go out for a walk, you will never bring something along the way. "I don't like to bring a plastic bag to my neighbors to see." He also has a cute side, loves quesadillas, loves face, he's old-fashioned and likes to put on a manhood.
The rare gathering in summer, although it has a sad purpose of getting together, but this time coming home must have brought a shock to the second son. It was obvious that my father was getting old. Especially when the old woman next door had a heart attack, his father suggested that they contact the medical care immediately and stop insisting. Not at ease, shouted in front of the ambulance: What's the pulse? In exchange, the busy medical staff persuaded him to get out of the way.
During the chat, I learned about my mother's wish: I dreamed of going out to buy things in my son's car. The second son did not answer, the death of the eldest son was never possible, and he did not have a car nor a driver's license.
It's just a day's gathering and dispersal, and it also reveals the old past. During dinner, talk about music. Mother put on a collection of records, old songs of the 70s. In the rippling singing, in the bathroom conversation of the old couple, we understand the mother's forbearance and the father's affair. This is probably what it means when young couples are old companions.
The only problem the old couple has in common is the problem of having a child after the second son gets married. Father has never been outspoken. In fact, he very much hopes that there will be a doctor in the family. So he wanted to give the stepson a red envelope and instill in him the idea that "doctors are a valuable profession", intentionally or unintentionally. The mother said to her daughter-in-law that this issue should be considered, but considering your child, it is probably better not to. He quietly muttered to himself one sentence in and one sentence out, and it was not difficult to speculate on his specific intentions.
The end of the play echoes the story, three years after the summer party, the parents died one after another. The second son brought the whole family to worship again. He and his wife gave birth to a daughter and drove his own car, although his mother never sat in it. In the end, there is a hint of filial piety but no longer relatives.
The whole film is calm and gentle, even if there are shadows, it is still beautiful and light, so that the summer is no longer hot and fiery, but only the truth in the plain - the tranquility is profound, and the true taste of daily trivial life is increasingly revealed. (No wonder the title is also called: The Taste of the Yokoyama Family.)
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