One of the reasons I went to see this film was because of the director, and the other reason was that I just watched the recent Cannes Film Festival, and the director won another award. Of course, there is also the last reason: I want to pretend (cover my face because the film has been out for a long time and now I’m pretending) It’s too late to force) Well, it’s for the sake of my fluttering young literary and artistic heart.
Originally, I clicked on this movie with the idea that I couldn't watch the literary film and couldn't understand the connotation, so I clicked on the movie. The title is very interesting "I Killed My Mom" and I was still thinking about what kind of movie this is. , how to kill it? curious!
I opened the movie out of curiosity, and I felt an inexplicable shock in the first monologue of Huber: "When I was a child, I had a very good relationship with my mother, and I loved her very much. I can't do what she says, I can do it to anyone but her." Even though it resonated quickly, there was still a voice deep inside that said, "It must be a combination of many trivial and boring things." I was wrong .
Going deep into the film, it is about the real and trivial matters between children and their parents. The dim light of the film gives a warm feeling. Every scene is beautiful. The soundtrack makes the film more rhythmic. In this warm atmosphere Next, the children and their parents quarrel again and again spread out. My sympathy was also deeper and stronger as the plot progressed, watching the progress bar unknowingly advance from 5 minutes to 15 minutes, and the one-and-a-half hour movie had come to an end.
Now sometimes there is a very strange phenomenon: when my mother sits next to me, I feel very uncomfortable, commenting on what TV series I watch, and then saying that my wallpaper is not good-looking... It's not really disgusting, it's a very uncomfortable feeling. Strange, talking about everything in the past is probably similar to this feeling now, but it's not that serious. Some things will still be discussed with her, but some things I just don't want her to know.
The more I grow up, the more and more conflicts between myself and my parents become, and it becomes more and more irreconcilable. With every communication without results, every compromise, I want to get out of the door angrily, but that is always the case. An inner fantasy. After every quarrel, I feel that I have deeply hurt my parents, but the helplessness of being unable to communicate makes the hurt seem helpless. Maybe only such "hurt" can directly express my appeal. In the movie, I hurt my mother because of the quarrel, and I always apologized to my mother to cover it up with nothing. The last person cut the cake in a lonely way. It hurts to see this scene; the door of the boarding school asked loudly, "What would you do if I died today?" "After a long time, the mother waited for her son to leave before whispering, "Then I will die tomorrow." Every mother is the same. No matter what kind of quarrel, no matter how big the contradiction, there will be no solution in the end. In their own kingdom, mother and son embrace each other.
Dear mother / I only trust you / This deceiving world is full of traps and whirlpools / Capsize my weak boat / How much I want to hide in your gentle arms all the time / Always be happy and happy
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