The entire film is only 70 minutes long, and except for the color wish that seems to have been realized in the last few minutes, the other images are in black and white.
The plot is as flat as life itself.
I once saw an introduction, saying that the director and screenwriter of this film were playmates since childhood. It is not difficult to see that this story that starts with a train and ends with a train is actually a friendship story of adolescence.
Tomo, a sixteen-year-old boy from Nottingham with a little "bad" scheming, came to the small town of Summers alone. He was robbed and penniless on the day he arrived, and even if he could only find a strange woman he met for help, he would not return to a home where he could not get any attention. Tomo, who would rather continue to "adventure" in an unfamiliar town, accidentally met Mark of the same age, a kind-hearted boy from Poland, who speaks broken English with an accent, doesn't speak much, loves photography, and is kind-hearted. Mark was also in a lonely and restless adolescence. His parents were divorced, and his coolie father took him to live alone in the small town of Summers. Apart from doing housework, he hung up his camera to take pictures everywhere. The most popular one was the beautiful waitress in the coffee shop he had a crush on.
Two teenagers with different personalities but equally lonely become friends naturally, and Mark secretly takes in Tomo without his father. Two teenagers share their love for a beautiful girl, go to the laundry to steal clothes, earn a little money from a kind grocer, and, of course, suffer the loss of their longing. Lives are not yet threatening their youth, and they continue their prosaic days in the sun of the Summers, beginning to lay out what may be a lifelong friendship, and they share a dream of adventure about Paris, as they are unknown to adults. desire.
Who doesn't have their own youth? Those lonely, lively, helpless, and contradictory years are like boiling ocean currents lurking on the seemingly calm sea. Dreams, longings, enthusiasm, indifference, boredom, fulfillment, worrying about gains and losses, wrapped in physiological changes, are like fine waves drifting with the current, not knowing which sea area to rush to.
Until we grow up, we become numb, as if we forgot that we used to be disappointed or ecstatic because of a look or a word from others. Don't know how to hide, we share secrets, talk about everything, regardless of each other.
When we suffer from mental torment, get through that confused and dangerous age, and get on the right track of life, we gradually lose the ability to understand youth.
The small town of Summers may not be unforgettable, but it reminds me of the taste of friendship in adolescence, and I can't let it go.
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