I've watched 2,000 movies in my life so far. And this movie is the only one that makes me actually cry over it.
I know I'm the only one crying when the subtitles pop up. It's not because today is my birthday that I want to vent, in fact, I cry in the middle of the night every day these days, and only one person has heard my sobbing. I know that I have reached the most vulnerable time in my heart. Once I was moved to tears by watching the loyal dog Hachiko, and I was also moved to tears by Liam Neeson's man-wolf fight, but now I realize that nothing can stimulate my heart more than empathy.
This is not a film review, but my own statement. If it were a film review, I would write it, how beautiful and magnificent it is, a flowing painting, an art film, the first oil painting film, or even the beginning of a new film level. How many oil painters have used how many years to draw a film with one stroke... I don't want to talk about these
What I want to say is that in this film it tells the story of an ordinary person. An ordinary person who is the most ordinary and excluded, a poor person who insists on pursuing his ideals and burning his life. A wronged person who can only compromise and end his life for love. Van Gogh, who was deeply eroded by loneliness and loneliness throughout his life. There is too much helplessness and loneliness in the pursuit of the road.
No one in this world can really understand you, no one will know whether you are dead or really alive.
Ask me, what is this movie about? "It tells the tragic story of an ordinary person who insists on pursuing life." It is also about me. How beautiful and how lonely and lonely.
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