At that time, there were four girls in the dormitory, and everyone always hid on the balcony at night, drinking beer hidden in the depths of the suitcase, smoking cigarettes and chatting with men. During the day, they returned to the tedious high school life, and went all out to study and take exams. After three years, they all went to Beijing to study, and only I went south to Guangdong.
My college life was a mess, still drinking at night, taking classes during the day, and reluctant to interact with others. During the worst period, I only watched movies in front of the screen every day, and I didn’t seem to be hungry after eating only one meal a day. When I wanted to talk, I took an hour bus to go to the psychological counseling center in the city for 400 yuan and sat for another hour. The bus is back.
After half a semester in the sophomore year, I dropped out of school and went to Beijing for some unknown reason. J was the only one who knew, and also didn't know why the only one told her that we were not the best of the four. Until now, when we were sitting in a bar in Beijing, J said, "We, who lived carefree at that time, never imagined that we would be here now."
Later, I came up with this sentence, I never had any idea about the future. Such a real feeling.
We seem to have lived like this group of "idiots" without knowing it, bold and enthusiastic, thinking that we are in control of everything, just like pretending to be adults to buy tickets at an adult cinema and thinking that we are safe.
Maybe in the end, everyone went around and found nothing, and then went to the fuckin' boxing champion, fucked the big brother, and fucked the Sachiko, all tired and asked, are we finished?
Or seeing the applause in front of the others getting louder and louder, I was even more afraid, and laughed helplessly when waiting for the stage.
You see, we used to go to the outside world full of hope, to participate and integrate with joy, and when we thought that life was easy to master, we banged our heads and blood. Looking back, it turns out that we were just wishful thinking about being "very familiar with life".
Hisaishi made the soundtrack for the film, the day after / promise for us / no way out / next round / meet again / kids return / I don't care / high spirits / destiny / break down . These are also the ten subsections of the film. You see, the original intention of Kitano Takeshi was originally hopeful.
I’ve always been afraid of summarizing and reflecting. Even if it’s futile and then I go back to the starting point or worse, I still can’t draw lessons from comparing the present me with the past me. All I can think of is Mr. Mu Xin's words, "If the former me came to find the current me, I would get a very good reception."
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