I Killed My Mother, a good French movie, written, directed and acted by a 19-year-old beautiful boy, is quite rare. The whole film can be said to express the relationship and emotional collision of the two generations of adolescence and menopause. Sometimes it's a calm chat and communication, but slowly to the end, fickle and sensitive, it causes endless roaring quarrels. After learning about Yu Bell's homosexuality, the mother said something, the child grows up, the wings are hard, and it really can't be controlled. "Management" seems to be a natural form that adults are responsible for their children. Faced with complex and contradictory emotional conflicts, they can't help but miss their children's childhood, and they miss them as the center and trust them very much, especially "It's easy to manage", but admitting that children have their own lives is the first step in being responsible. However, how many parents now "want" their children under the expectations of others, and then use the name of love to make up for regrets to satisfy themselves and deprive their children of life. The father of a piano prodigy is a prime example. What is love? Is the love in our eyes different, so there are differences and struggles? Anyway, love must contain understanding, we are not all selfless, what's wrong with admitting this, tolerance provides the premise for sincere dialogue with each other. At the end of the film, they went back to the rock pile full of laughter before, facing the sea, sitting peacefully snuggling, although they didn't know how to reconcile, but they really couldn't deny the fact that I love you, they could only start over. The whole film is very sentimental, the music and the layout of the scene are very pleasing, and fans who like Wong Kar Wai may wish to watch it.
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