Our lives are lonely, when Eleanor almost broke down and told his mother that he would go back and live for a few days, but the answer was only how long he would live, when the little boy almost roared against the car to go home, and the mother just because the flowers When asking the driver for money and insisting on letting him ride. We all felt an unspeakable sense of loneliness, no one seemed to hear Eleanor crying behind the phone, and no one cared about the little boy's desire for fresh air. We tried our best to express it, but no one cared or even heard it. Everyone cares about their own affairs, and even for a minute, they never gave us alms.
We are alone, and indeed we are all separate individuals, and we all have a sense of self. But as humans, we are pack animals and we need to be liked, recognized, accepted. This contradiction leads to our desire to be understood, that is, to listen. We need someone to hug us and tell us when we're trying to hold back our tears and pretend to be strong, tell us what's sad, and you'll feel better. We need to have a minimum understanding when expressing our wishes. You are already 12 years old, and of course you have the right to choose whether to go home by car or walk. However, very few people can do it, even if it sounds so simple.
This is what makes this film so moving, you can hardly speak, what is it that moves you. The story is so simple and simple, Eleanor spent the most ordinary few months with the little boy, almost nothing new happened. The little boy accompanied Eleanor back to the impoverished home, but what seemed to be intense, in fact. Quarrel at home happens almost every day. But in this ordinary segment, we can't forget, Eleanor met the little boy for the first time and walked home with the little boy; the little boy stayed at home, but Eleanor dragged him to the sunny park; When Eleanor returned to his hometown, he was extremely sleepy, but he was still chatting with the little boy about his father. It seemed that for the first time, the little boy had someone who understood what he needed. object of complaint. All of this is so beautiful, with desolation, but still beautiful, just like each of us, we only want this, but often we can't match it.
Of course, we are all independent people, and we have no way of finding someone who understands us completely, because that person simply doesn't exist. Just like the little boy excitedly dragged Eleanor to his favorite vegetarian restaurant, Eleanor only ordered salad because he thought the price was too low; Eleanor was full of excitement and dragged the little boy to the Chinese restaurant she thought was the most delicious, and the little boy All the boy tasted was MSG from head to toe. Because we all have our own circles, our own values, our own inherent thinking and abilities. But in the film, we feel inclusive. Eleanor may not understand the reason why the little boy insists on walking at the first meeting, but he still accompanies him firmly; the little boy is knowledgeable, but does not necessarily dislike Eleanor's mediocrity; now, maybe we all know what moved us in the film Now, because we are all different, we yearn to be included. This kind of inclusion is so contagious, it impresses us and shocks us.
Finally, the sudden parting, of course, is the most heart-wrenching. Because such a relationship brings us an unparalleled sense of security, but it is doomed to shatter. As Eleanor said, we all know that I can't be with you forever. This kind of separation makes us miserable. It is true that even our closest parents will leave us one day, but it is precisely because of separation that the beauty of being together is revealed. Only by accepting death can we truly understand the meaning of life . The little boy was at the dinner table at the end, and the narration that was close to begging, as if speaking for us, must he leave? It's a pity that the answer is yes, Eleanor can't be with the little boy all the time, she needs to pursue her own dream, and only by destruction can she be reborn.
Thanks for the film, it made me cherish the time of long knee-to-heart talk with my husband in the middle of the night, because such time, if it is made into a film, will also be warm, beautiful and touching.
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