A desolate life and a lonely soul meet and know each other.
Take a walk together in a sunny park,
exchange performances
in Nuoda’s house, meet in a noisy world, and get
to know each other in beautiful music.
A down-and-out female nanny with a musical dream, a twelve-year-old musical prodigy who was "nannyed".
Reggie always turned her head away from "them" with an indifferent expression on her face, those adults who thought they were mature, those children who enjoyed being childish. He is a being that transcends the environment. He understands everything too early and too thoroughly, so the self-righteous adults don't listen, and the children who don't understand do not understand. He pretends to be a child indifferently in his prematurely mature world.
Eleanor had just made up her mind to leave that unbearable boyfriend. She couldn't go back to the indifferent family, and she didn't want to go back. She was penniless, lonely and helpless. The temporary babysitter job at Reggie's family happened to be just right.
Is it a budding and immature love, and a rare friendship that understands and accompanies each other.
According to some sources, the inspiration for the story came from the director's encounter with an old friend he hadn't seen in 25 years on the streets of New York. The emotional connection at that time seemed short-lived, but it affected his life.
From this point of view, the story of the film should be such a sincere and transparent friendship that is not limited by time and space, meeting or ending and building people's hearts.
The original entanglement can stop here, because it is difficult for you to force some popular and gregarious plot between these two individuals who are far apart in age, class or experience. This is originally detached, detached from the mundane, detached Limitations, rely on each other in company and understanding, let each other fly, and find self.
It's just that ordinary people like me will be excited when they see the starting point of the encounter, sad when they see the inevitable parting, and feel helpless when they see the remarks that directly point to "if it's love, it's a love affair".
After all, I don't really think of Reggie as a twelve-year-old, despite the naivety.
"If you don't show your talent well, you're committing a crime."
"It's really hard to believe that I've only been with you for a few months. It feels like I've known you for a lifetime."
Reggie, with his self-mature and mature way of thinking, pointed through Eleanor and us time and time again, and sometimes we really Not even a child.
This lonely and kind and warm-hearted Reggie, this wise and strong independent Reggie, this pretending to be a childish child.
Who is the one who skillfully pretends to be an adult with an unsupported mind and brain under the urging of time.
The ravines of age exist to highlight the spiritual world, so we will suddenly realize how valuable the emotion like water is to human beings without any form of bondage, without barriers and without leaving traces.
In my opinion, the most deformed bondage in the world is to be together under a blue sky, but you don't know what month is in my eyes.
There are only a few days in life, don't waste your energy on souls that don't fit.
Also said Reggie and Eleanor, I would rather the atmosphere between the two is to get rid of all other love, so that you know how to place each other, is dependence, is forgetting, is nostalgia, is yearning.
It is precisely this kind of feeling, pure, simple, asking for nothing, going nowhere, the most difficult to display and the most terrifying.
This indefinable feeling has pulled me up the most, and later, you, this now mature or complex or strong or beautiful you, whether there is a place for me in your life, I don't have to ask.
I am only sentimental for the difference between the two, although this is not a fateful match, it is just a coincidence. Two people who may just be interludes in each other's lives, you are sunny and rainy.
You may be the sunny day in the future, or it may just be the unforgettable rainy day in the past, who can say for sure.
From strangeness to closeness to separation, everyone perfects their self-shaping again and again in this process, which should be remembered and forgotten.
And you, you didn't have to understand me.
And I didn't have to rely on it.
Now, there was no need to feel sorry.
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