The Maximus in the camera only longs to be able to return to his hometown to reunite with his wife and children after the battle is over. However, times and destiny did not give him such an opportunity. He is a father, eager to give more love to his family. On this side, he has flesh and blood, and he is just an ordinary person in the battlefield. This is the warm side of his world. However, when the entire Rome casts mission and hope on his shoulders, he has to face burdens, bloodshed and even death at this moment, and this side has to show the weakness and cruelty of human nature. Maximus's heart is soft, even fragile. But because of this softness and fragility, he becomes strong and fearless. And being strong and fearless, no matter what era you appear in, you will be moved from the heart. No one can ignore the power of the soul.
I always remember that Maximus slowly, gently and carefully traversed every long, green rice plant in the movie. In this scene, an inexplicable tenderness suddenly surged in my heart. From the softness of the hand at dusk to the end of the film, Maximus pushed open the door of the Colosseum, and once again passed the hand of the rice and wheat in the cyan wilderness-the hands were gently rubbing the cyan rice and wheat-every One plant made a soft and lingering sound between his fingers, as if he was full of affection for every plant of rice and wheat. It turned out that this was also his subconscious yearning for a normal and peaceful life-he was so eager to return to his hometown after the battle and continue farming. The rice field in that breeze may be his subconscious wish. However, the irony is that such a pair of hands that are full of affection and warmth in the breeze and sunset, are stained with blood in the previous second of war and struggle. At the end of the shot, Maximus, who was already on the verge of death, pushed open the door again with his hands in struggle and fantasy, and gently stroked the green rice and wheat. The contrast between the striking red and the dull and depressing dark green was very difficult. Not moved by it.
It turns out that those hands contain and symbolize too much warm and complicated tenderness in Maximus's heart-longing to go home, longing to live a normal life, longing to love his family, for the hatred of the family, and to keep the old Caesar's hatred of him. High hopes, deep burial of hatred and patience, can't bear to kill competitive opponents. But in order to survive and revenge. Maybe the director tried to borrow the hands of this scene to show the audience the heart hidden in Maximus's body-although fragile, it is also strong. I also remember the words Maximus said to Old Caesar in the film: I am willing to go home to farm, and my hands will be covered with dirt-but it is easier to wash away than blood. I also think of Maximus, who finally reunited with his wife and children in his hometown at the end of the film-in another space-the story is tragic but tragic enough to move people's hearts.
For me, there is no real meaning to discuss the value of commercial film or pure art film. In my heart, as long as it is a film that is profound, touches me, and can provoke my sensory resonance, it is a good film. And when I cry for the fate of Maximus at the end of the film, I know,
Perhaps the era without heroes is sad. People have lost the ability to worship beautiful things. Fortunately, there is such a comfort. If you really want to ask what a hero is in this era, I think he has a brave heart.
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