The music is well matched, and every passage is a little boy's thoughts. The chaotic little things that come out of the closet are like the piles of glass jumping balls you have to go through in adolescence, rolling around, reluctant to find your own groove in the jumping plate. In fact, the most touching thing is not the love between Simon and Blue's fingers, but the friends who accompany Simon. You come and go in friendship, and the tacit understanding seems to be more profound. You can understand your thoughts with one expression. You can understand your mood at this time with small actions, but you can't stand to be deceived by your best friend. Simon is both a listener and an observer. After being forced to come out of the closet by a classmate whose quality and morality are not high-level, the kind of eyes he faces from everyone is undoubtedly cold. Unacceptable, unintelligible, even humiliated. This is really just the tip of the iceberg of what this group faces. The same fact appears in "call me by your name". The confrontation between personal and social representation requires great courage and strong love to break through the protective film of glass beads. The first thing before two people should be Individual needs and desires, eager to express "I am still me", not because of it makes me a monster, Simon did not truly experience the mutual dependence of two people in the whole process, the other is more of a kind Hesitant to protect. In the end, it is the heart that wants to love yourself. Love, Simon.
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