Just finished watching Hou Hsiao-hsien's "The Journey of the Red Balloon", the style of the whole film is a touch of sadness, just like sadness everywhere in life: Simon, who is precocious and lonely, seems to have lost the bright and simple child at this age. Happily, the film begins with the scene where Simon speaks alone to a balloon floating in the sky. The daily rhythm of Mom's life seems to be immersed in the never-ending drudgery of work and complaints: the eccentric dub work that never ends in a hurry (although the dub has certain literary implications, but I don't get it) and complicated adults She had to deal with the trivial matters of life, and what was even more distressing was that she seemed to have no more men in her life after she was divorced. The nanny Song, who came from Beijing to study in Paris and majored in film, also pursued her dream lonely while working as a nanny for a living in a calm and unwavering tone throughout the whole process—making a movie about red balloons. The moral of the entire movie seems to revolve around the floating red balloon. It is like the unpredictable floating destiny floating above people's heads: you can't catch it, but you can only raise your head and look at it sadly, waiting for it to come and go gently, unable to take away a trace of peaceful clouds, But take away all your stories and sorrows. It's like the sadness that we have nowhere to bury every day, the ups and downs of sadness, floating and slowly wrapping around your mood: it's like sleeping until the middle of the night when you suddenly hate the lies of life so clearly you hate speechlessly, grit your teeth, and toss and turn No longer able to sleep peacefully and stay up all night until dawn, get up and go to the balcony only to find the perfect and amorous rhododendron blooming in the sun is smiling at you: the nightmare of midnight seems to be relieved in an instant: this is life, there is always sadness. The soft and slow floating of the red balloon also seems to coincide with your melancholy mood in the afternoon: wash an apple in boredom, peel it meticulously with a fruit knife, and then put it on the table quietly to meet you. Look, and you have no desire to speak. This is our life, this is the red balloon of sadness that floats like the late spring in our lives. I especially liked the faintly sad music at the end. Simon looked up at the red balloons slowly floating in the sky, while the teachers and classmates' voices waving about the implied meaning of the red balloon painting beside his ears. so its everyday'life.
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