Em...After reading it, I felt a lot of emotion. Many plots in it are still playing back in my head. The movie has two main lines and a side line that intersects the old and the young to talk: one part is ira's memoirs, and the other part is the time when two young people like "acquaintance-communication-running-in-separation-reunion" similar to the previous generation.
Give full marks, because of the tender process, and the end that was not guessed.
The old man’s memoirs are full of love: because I love you, even though I don’t understand art, you are my art; because you want to have many children, I can’t be satisfied, so I am willing to fulfill you; because I love you, I am willing to All valuable artworks are given to the person who bought your portrait, because without you, these paintings are worthless in my eyes. It was this detail that moved me.
Similarly, the cowboy does not understand art, but is willing to buy works that he can afford for his sweetheart, because he knows she likes it.
Young people’s hormones are full, especially the muscular figure of cowboys, it’s really a must see haha
After reading it, I searched Black Mountain College. It turned out that this is an existence that has only existed for 24 years but is not negligible in American art history. Now, a new art school Black Mountain School has been built here.
In addition, the scenery in North Carolina is too beautiful! For the first time in the East Coast of the United States for more than three months, it is a shame not to know such a beautiful place. Thinking of going to self-driving next time, take a look at the old site of the Black Mountain College by the way.
The last sentence paragraph, which is the words in Ira's will at the end of the credits, is a bit touched:
My name is Ira. I'm an ordinary man who fell in love with an extraordinary woman. Around this room you will see some beautiful and priceless works of art. Ruth had an incredible eye for talent. While I only had eyes for her. For me, the great joy for collecting wasn't in art itself, but in the person I collected it with——my beloved Ruth. These happiness those paintings brought her was immeasurable, and sharing that happiness was the great privilege of my life. We celebrated, we achieved, we endured, we compromised. And above all, we loved. The true work of art was the longest ride Ruth and I shared—— this thing called life. There's not a painting here I wouldn't trade in aheartbeat to hear her voice or see her smile, just one more time.
Signed Ira
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