The yellow of the story blockbuster, the sky, the walls, the floor, the photos... and even the skin of the grandfather are all mixed with each other, and the tone of memory is covered with the whole story. The only cute thing about the color is that the old man is wearing a big red top and big green pants. The color of the collision is not abrupt and funny, just eye-catching.
Wearing a wetsuit, a graceful back-roll into the water, the memory opened the floodgates. The building blocks are no longer solid. Each building block has a small door. The lives he once participated in are placed in different building blocks. He opened them and re-viewed everything: from the bottom, he and his wife , childhood sweethearts, grow up together, at that time there were still eyes full of green and the breeze blowing wild flowers, under the tree must be lifelong, embracing and rotating, the camera moved up, elegant skirt corners, lush branches, lively pigeons, Falling petals... They built a love nest together here - a place they never left. They got married, gave birth to a daughter, the little girl left home to study, brought her boyfriend back to see her parents get married, added grandchildren, and her husband died of illness... Finally, the old grandfather returned to the building block house on the top floor and lived alone His life, this house based on love, is the treasure of his life.
(In addition, I think how to open the underwater doors in the short film is worth studying. There are parallel shooting, shooting the grandfather swimming down from the bottom, watching the grandfather diving through the door, the camera directly passing through the small window, Shooting the back from above is a creative idea.)
Decades later, the old grandfather watched a microcosm of his life. What did he feel? We watched the grandfather's life, what did we see?
I have lived on earth for so long by accident, but it feels like a day in the sky. But it is only "this day", and there are very few memories left. If you want to break your scalp, there are only a few fragmented fragments. Now, I will use paper and notes to write down the heart-warming moments in my life, no matter how young, I hope that I will grow older in the future. Seeing these, the warm pictures will be displayed in front of my eyes, telling me the beauty that I have encountered.
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