When my son said these words, it was probably when he really began to understand his father's life, and it was also when he began to move me.
How has he been affected by the war? How depressed was his heart after decades of life where he could not feel the taste of love? What is the purpose of his life in the few remaining years of his life?
The differences between different lives, like the roads in this world, have so many intersections, but after all, they gradually drift apart after they meet, and finally they become strangers. How can we hope that such a short intersection can be exchanged for a complete understanding? Parents and children are like two parallel roads. Although they are close, they are always reluctant to try to understand each other's lives. But fortunately, the distance between these two roads is always the same, and maybe they can be merged into one road by chance.
For the Woodys and the family, that lottery ticket was a godsend. People say that the older you get, the more stubborn you are. Usually, they look at the stubbornness of the elderly with an unreasonable derogatory attitude. Why are you so obsessed with such an impossible lottery ticket that is thousands of miles away?
"I just want to leave you something."
Oh, he just doesn't want to be forgotten by life. The town where he used to live has almost forgotten him; the battles he's been through in the past are almost unknown; people codify their lives just to get something from me for nothing; Whip, but no one will whip me now" - I don't care about all these, I just hope that life will not completely forget me, and my family will not completely forget me. If I had money, I could buy back my lost compressor and my dream truck, and get my lost life back; if I had money, I could help my struggling sons get better.
Then I can leave with peace of mind because I let life remember me.
To him, that compressor, that truck, that journey, that drive, was more important than a million dollars. Because life is priceless.
I remember the earliest, "Life with a Glass of Wine" was the first road film I watched, and it was also the first time I discovered that such a simple story could contain so much content, which moved people's hearts.
This time Alexander Payne finally picked up the frame again and made a good film. The black and white photography tones perfectly match the rhythm, and the atmosphere is just right. It is a little sad but not too sad. Each picture is picturesque when taken out alone.
There are many heart-wrenching or heart-warming highlights in the film, such as Woody's wife who has been complaining before that when many family members are begging for money unreasonably from her husband, "Don't bully this honest man again, go fuck yourselves!"; for example, losing the lottery ticket No matter how his son persuaded him, Woody couldn't bear to bow his head and immediately raised his head when he heard his son say "maybe we can look for it" and his eyes glowed; That punch; another example, the sad and ironic dialogue between the son and the staff member in the newspaper office, "He just trusts others too much." "That's too bad.".
But what struck me the most was when my son registered the truck in Woody's name, and then let him drive through the town of Hawthorne that life couldn't get around. He made his son lie down and proudly walked past his life and the faces that had appeared in it. Although it was slow, it was a stubborn show he deserved.
May all those who are gradually alienated by life but unwilling to be forgotten by life can get such a proud drive.
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