real child life

Ludwig 2022-03-27 09:01:17

This film is a very good stop-motion animation, the subject matter of the story is not new, but the moving emotions conveyed by the film are moving. It does not show the children's experiences from the so-called adult perspective, but directly chooses the children's lives, the lives of these children living in orphanages.

It is not easy to make a child's life look like a child's life, not to mention that the main body of the film is those children who are traumatized and sent to orphanages. Zucchini still treasured kites and beer cans after he came to the orphanage, which is his memory of his parents. Zucchini's ignorant feelings for Camille, the little bits and pieces of the children's life with each other, flow into the viewer's heart like a long stream of water with the advancement of the progress bar.

The child is divine, primordial, innocent, and ignorant. This is the primary stage of human life, the cognition of society and life is still vague, and the definition of good and evil is not clearly marked. Children who smash ant nests and cry when pets die are friendly and bullying.

It is a pity that children's comprehension ability is not enough for them to understand the essential difference between this film and other shoddy domestic preschool education films. This animation depicting children is only for adults like us.

Sadly, our view of children, some parents see it as an object, some parents see it as a burden, some parents see it as a family hope, but ignore that children are children, children are people, and they are Humans who have not yet grown up.

Looking at the life of Zucchini and thinking of how I felt when I was a child, this film describes not only the life of the children in the orphanage, but the tone of it may be the life of all children---there are a few things under the plain and warm happiness Painful scratches.

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My Life as a Zucchini quotes

  • Raymond: Your mum is no longer there, Icare.

    Courgette: My name is Courgette!

    Raymond: Courgette... Did your mum call you that? Hm. My name is Raymond.

    Courgette: Did your mum call you that?

  • Raymond: OK... Where's your father?

    Courgette: Here... And there's my dad's chick. Mum always said he liked chicks very much

    Raymond: Alright...