How can we make this world a better place? People live a happy and stable life, there is no war, no violence, everyone loves each other, and the world will always be at peace. "A Better World" is a reflection of the good wishes of mankind, but this film does not give us the answer, but arouses our thinking.
At the end of the story, it was the group of African children with bright smiles who ran with the car. No matter how terrifyingly violent the place is, children will always need a happy childhood.
After watching this story, we still feel very confused, but it is this kind of confusing thinking that this film arouses us. How can this world be a better place. Like Elias' blind tolerance, it brought other children to bully him more unscrupulously, or wanted Christian to use violence to control violence, and other children would never dare to touch him. But his heart was filled with more hatred. Someone like the unreasonable guy who hit Anton looked ignorant and pathetic. If he sticks to peace and the professional ethics of a doctor, Anton must treat the black boss. But if he is cured, he will continue to torture others, which is undoubtedly helping Zhou to do evil. When he wanted to stick to his peace theory, he was provoked by the inhuman behavior of the black boss. Anton's inner belief is constantly shaking, and his heart is full of confusion. How can we make this world a better place? He told the children that he was not at all afraid of the man who beat him, that man was incompetent. But what the child saw was that he was beaten, and his younger son kept cursing the man. The idea that the beaten are stronger than the beater cannot be understood in the mind of the child.
How do you face the world?
When I was bullied as a child, my father would not give me a head start, and he would beat me hard when he found out. But I'm just a kid who hates evil. If someone bullies me, I must return it. Even if my father beat me every time, I would cry and tell all the things he had beaten me in the past. When my father saw me holding such vengeance, he would definitely beat me even more angrily. Your lord is a very strange person. He beat you even though your relatives forbid you to take revenge. But the child is not a stone without emotion, why can't he remember every time someone hurts him. Although I no longer hate my father now, I will still remember every time he beat me. Because others beat me and scold me, I will resist. So even though I was always beaten, I was hurt but I didn't have many suppressed emotions. Every time I resisted, my emotions were released.
When I was young, my sister was in the same grade as a boy in the yard and was always bullied by other kids in the class. There is a kid named "Black Cat" who always likes to bully my sister. I am one grade lower than my sister. Knowing that my sister is being bullied, she will always run to beat others. That kid always loves to come to my house to play. Knowing that the boy liked his sister back then, so he always bullied her. But every time I came, I would always hit him hard with our small shovel and drive him away to stand up for my sister.
There is a girl in the next unit who is very self-righteous. She often comes to our house and says that we are so bad and so bad. She behaves like a princess. My sister and the others always buy her face, but every time she talks about me, I will Scolding her and telling her to get out of our house, who do you think you are, is it your responsibility? That's how I am. From childhood to adulthood, whenever some self-righteous adults want to teach me a lesson, thinking that I am ignorant and unreasonable, I will always say rudely, do you care? Just take care of yourself, it's embarrassing for others to embarrass yourself. No matter if I follow my parents, I always get scolded by my parents in the end. I don't understand, how can my parents allow others to teach their children in their own homes? They came for a sense of superiority, but were always considered to be some virtuous elders. fart! I still think this way to this day, I should fight back against these nosy adults who like to find people who are not good, so that he will never dare to go to other people's homes next time to make trouble, and treat other people's children as his own children and teach them at will.
A child in the courtyard always likes to bully me, grab my pencil sharpener, and beat me. I still have traces of his scratches under my eyes. But his parents were always very protective of them. My head was broken by his brother once, and he went to their family to judge and they scolded me, these dads don't care. Until one time, we all smashed the apricots on the apricot tree under the apricot tree in the backyard. He bullied me again. I fought with him. I will not let go. I didn't let go until he apologized and didn't dare to bully me again in the future. It turns out that he never bullied me in the future. Once I was playing with a child in the yard to catch stones on the concrete floor, and he kept scolding me beside me. After a while, I stood up silently, picked up the shoes I had taken off next to me, and slapped him in the face. I remember his nose was bleeding like mud. His parents came to scold me, and I scold them. Dad walked past me, listened to the matter, and then said that the child was fighting and he left. Although he didn't care, at least he didn't hit me. It was a kind of support for me at the time.
When I was in elementary school, my sister was so angry that she almost fainted. Because a child in their class scolded her that her mother ran away with others, she was a wild child. When my sister came back, she was so angry that she lay on the bed. We all cried at the time. Dad went to find their adults. What is the use? Knowing that my sister was being bullied, I blocked the door of their school every day, and finally waited for that kid. They were only in the third grade of elementary school at the time. I stopped him and beat him hard, and he finally slipped away. . Many people will say why bullying children, but I don't think so. Even if a child dares to scold me, I dare to beat him. Don't talk to me about ethics.
Of course, I also got into fights with other people later on. A fight with a girl was extremely humiliating at the time, and I felt that way at one point. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that it was really fucking bullshit, others bullied me, no one protected me, why can't I fight with others, those people who laughed at me stood up and talked without back pain. I used to be ashamed as if I really did something shameful, and now I'm not at all. I am not a little sister, I have nothing to find fault with others all day long. I just protect myself.
When I was in school, I always stood up for others and couldn't stand bullying. No matter how you look at it, she is a girl who makes trouble. Just like in college, I quarrel with others. Once I mess with me, I can scold everything.
When I was in elementary school, my heart was full of intense hatred, and I thought about killing the people who offended me secretly. Or push them off a cliff. Or post their small advertisements and make them stinky for eternity. I want those who hurt me to die. Now think about why there was so much intense hatred back then.
Later, I don't know when, the hatred in my heart lessened. Rarely is that emotion under control. But when I went to college, I changed, but I still couldn't be bullied by others. When I went into society and was bullied by others, I mostly had to fight back and resist. I can reason with you, or I can act like a shrew without reason. But then it subsided, and I would just let it pass for things that weren't very important.
I once believed that if I am good to you, you will be good to me, and everyone will be in love for a long time. But I don't believe it anymore, I think people who think like that are true romantics. People in life need to spend their minds and brains to get along with. But as long as I don't get involved with others, I will maintain goodwill and keep a distance. For those who are really important, you still have to use your sincerity and don't play tricks. We are not fools, you want to have love, friendship. You have to give real love and friendship. I believe in love, I believe in love, I believe in friendship, I believe in love. Even though the world is so unfair and so unhappy. There is no real justice in this world, no real peace. All we can do is ourselves. You can believe in love when you believe in true love, and you can love well when you can love. But I am disgusted with others speaking with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, responsibility, and human customs. I am not a cucumber egg, I am an experienced person, and I have my own judgment. Even if I scold fuck your mother, I'm not a jerk. I call out loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness every day, and I am not necessarily a saint.
I want to be free to gossip, to do what I like or dislike, and not to take other people's feelings as my shackles. I am not a scumbag, nor a saint.
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