"Love Three Seasons" is probably the earliest Vietnamese film I've watched.
For the reasons we all know, Vietnam in our consciousness is poor, war-torn, barbaric and ugly, and has little to do with good things.
And this movie, with a length of less than 120 minutes, touches your set.
Of course, I saw poverty. Dilapidated low local buildings, crowded with people sweating on long summer days. In front of a giant Coca-Cola billboard, tricycle drivers wait for their guests to exit the star hotel opposite.
The prostitute Lian likes to go in and out of star-rated hotels, because the world over there is completely different, and the people in it speak and dress completely differently. God only cares about that world, and her plan is to become a person "over there" one day.
The driver is always reading a book. Before meeting Lian, he was like all coachmen. The car is home. Every day, he watched rich people enjoy the city's customs in the front seat, and they used all their sweat in exchange for the possibility of continuing to live.
How old is Woody? 6 years old? or smaller. Wearing a ripped raincoat all day, an old box hanging around your neck, selling gadgets for a living. He has a typical Vietnamese face, stubborn eyes, only one kind of look for buyers who always want to bargain, and Americans who decide to take away the boxes he lives on. Give it back, give it back, that's the bottom line.
The American veteran came to Vietnam to find her daughter. He sits on the street all day, and goes to the bar to get drunk at night, with little hope. However, he said "it is time to live in harmony with this country". He took a fancy to an old ZIPPO of Woody. He buys Woody a drink and the power goes out. When the lights came on again, the Americans and the boxes were gone.
The girl Xin should be a fan of Mr. Du's poems. By chance, I was able to enter the Du family to work. What I do every day is to go to the lotus pond early in the morning to pick budding white lotuses, and then go to the streets and alleys to sell them without a moment's delay.
The air was terribly hot, and many people on the street were holding the white lotus they just bought, and business was poor. Xin stopped to rest and pulled up his long dark hair.
That's a plastic flower. Everyone is happy to buy a plastic lotus that doesn't need to be replaced.
The progress brought about by industrial production looks beautiful, and people are chasing it.
Just like the plastic flowers bought by most urban households in China in the 1980s, they bloom all year round, and they are still beautiful after being washed in soapy water.
Mr. Du is a leper.
will die.
His life has entered the eternal night since he was 23 years old. He had no fingers and gave up communication, even though poetry was always on his mind.
Xin became his pen, transcribing those last poems onto paper.
I said this place is horrible.
Devils all over the world know that there is a different kind of scenery, cheap everything and exotic women. The local poor are also very respectful, the wounds of the war seem to have faded away, and the devils are enjoying themselves here, like gods.
This place sucks.
It is an extravagant hope to find a place to live in one's own land. People struggle with poverty, scorching sun, and heavy rain all day long, but they have never won.
But here is home, here is all you can love.
Rain falls from the sky, some fall into ditches, some fall into golden ponds, no one arranges all this, and no one is responsible for the results.
Is it fair? Maybe not. But people here don't hate it and waste their lives.
Woody was playing football with the children in the heavy rain, and he finally smiled, the smile that a child should have. He won't be alone anymore. After following him for a few days, the little girl who is more helpless than him finally succeeded in making a "little tail" that he couldn't get rid of.
The driver led the crowd at the last moment of the tricycle race. He smiled so beautifully when he crossed the finish line, the world belongs to him.
And Mr. Du Zaixin's singing passed away safely, and Xin spread his poems and threw the white lotus into the river. That was the dream that Mr. Du thought would never come true.
The American veteran recognized his daughter at the party before leaving, and she, like all the local women at the banquet, carefully served the rich men next to her. Americans were weeping.
The ending of the coachman and the prostitute is too good to be true.
I like that part more, the prostitute Lian scolded the driver who came, and told him not to come to her again, he couldn't give what she wanted, and she was a prostitute, let him see clearly. The driver prepares to leave, but Lian falls due to illness. The coachman used the most ancient method to scrape her, with a drop or two of essential oil, a spoon, and Lian lying naked on the bed, letting the pain of scraping take away all the resentment and anger in her heart.
Hu Qin confided softly, and had the urge to cry.
I always thought Vietnamese was weird and ugly, but it turned out that I was wrong.
The fragrance of lotus flowers, the long snow-white shirts, and the rain stopped. Besides Coca-Cola, what else do we want to keep.
Three seasans, season your memory.
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