This is a hard movie to get into. For a long time at the beginning, I wondered whether the rating of this movie was accurate, such an unbearably ordinary movie. But as time passed, I was speechless. I couldn't help but shed tears. It can be difficult for someone without children to imagine, as is someone who hasn't lost a loved one, or even someone who hasn't lost something. . . Many of their emotional changes are so familiar, looking for a substitute, thinking from the heart of the sky, recalling over and over again hoping that everything is what if, quietly enduring endless pain without speaking to each other, seeing things and thinking people afraid to hear Any news about him, I am afraid that the tears of missing at that moment will flow. No matter my son, my family or my beloved ones, the loss of any of you will make me unhappy, and will cause me to suffer for a long time. On the way home, I just want to hug my son, put my arms around his increasingly broad shoulders, and tell him "Dad loves you very much"! A touch of sadness, a forbearance of longing is far more heartbreaking than the cry.
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