I have always liked hand-painted patterns. I used to help me design skins when I was blogging. My favorite is the hand-painted canvas texture. So this "London Family" hand-painted film, from the first shot that jumped out, made me love it deeply. An English hut surrounded by flowers, a street paved with small stones, a man riding a bicycle to work, a maid who accompanies the old girl, a little chance and a little destiny, a warm story So it started. From their first encounter in 1928 to their death in 1971, he and her grew old hand in hand and lived together for a lifetime. Their yesterday is clearly reproduced in the picture book, and their story is slowly smeared out by the colored pencil in the son's hand...
Meeting, falling in love, getting married, having children, going through wars, surviving the economic crisis, worrying about the children's studies, accepting the children's free choice in marriage, the loss of not being able to have grandchildren, getting old, passing away. Except for the special marks that those times gave him and her, everything else was calm, and the days were like a trickle of water, and he and she moved forward hand in hand in time calmly and without waves. You can easily see your daily life in it, cooking, laundry, tidying up, buying furniture, buying home appliances... Two self-made people, simple and hardworking, fill up the room little by little, let That space becomes home, and then, at home, clinging to each other until the end of life. Suddenly, I envy them for having such a house. They have never left since they moved in on the wedding day, so that every flower, tree, brick and wall there are filled with memories, and they can enjoy their old age in their memories.
He prides himself on being a working class, earns little money, pays attention to current affairs, and has a rough character. Compared with her, he is more outgoing and lively. Although he is not as comprehensive in planning a family as she is, sometimes he is like a big boy, but he loves her and the family deeply. He is the backbone of the family. During the war, he took on the heavy responsibility of a firefighter and ran under fire, setting the tone for this family of three. No matter what era he is in, a man who loves his country and his family will never be bad. When he learned that his wife was at risk of having another child, he gave up his desire to build a big family. She took the initiative to be the mediator between her and her son, and both sides went back and forth to appease her. Whether it was the calmness when sending the child away during the war, or the smoothing out when she first met her daughter-in-law, she showed her deep love for her son. He would do what his wife liked and send flowers, even when she was old and didn't know him, he still sent flowers and still had an optimistic smile. His hands are very skillful, he can build fireplaces, he can repair air-raid shelters, he can install a draining table, and he will fully take into account her daily convenience. After she passed away, he would put a pair of tableware on the opposite side of each meal every day. We know that the kind of love that melted into his bones has never changed since he knocked on the door with flowers.
She has been nurtured and trained by the traditional culture of the British aristocracy. She is a conservative lady with a lot of petty bourgeoisie in her heart. When she sees an empty room, the first thing that comes to her mind is the curtain. After the artillery bombardment, he first reached out to touch the roses by the wall, and only burst into tears when he saw the glass shards stuck in his son's favorite bear. She was apolitical and occasionally laughed at his stance, but that didn't stop her from loving the man who had worked for the Royal Dairy for 37 years. She would proudly publicize her son's little achievements, which is clearly a replica of my son's Dese, even the arrogant smile is exactly the same. When my son brought his girlfriend home, she was scrutinizing the girl who was going to possess her only child. The look of sadness in her heart but trying to accept the reality is expected to appear in my future. When he was hypocritical, he cried when he saw his son cut his blond hair short. When he was holding back, he watched his son go away without letting the tears fall. Before he died, he even took out his hairbrush and left it to his son. She gave all her love to him and her son, like our grandmother, mother, and ourselves.
This hand-painted film records them, a pair of father, mother and their son, an ordinary London family with the simplest lines and the simplest running account method. Their home time, their joys and sorrows, their joys and sorrows, their traces in this world, the whole process of growing up with the world. The plot is in chronological order, as pure as a diary, no betrayal, no twists and turns, no twists and turns, and even the war is fortunately kept a family of three. The film even deliberately lightened those hesitations that belonged to the times, although it was colored in the emergence of new things and the changes and development of the times, which also means that the London people in the story have always been quiet and peaceful. Those familiar pictures allow each audience to find the details of themselves or their parents and children. While holding a knowing smile, they will also look back at the people around them.
Days slip away from our fingertips, day after day, year after year, we gradually can't remember each day and each year, but there is always that day of that year that will remain in our memory and will not be scattered. The accumulation of those unforgettable fragments is the years, it may be dull or not, but it is our exclusive memory. Those loves that we only know about, like a long stream of water, flow through every seemingly ordinary but impossible to replicate yesterday, and flow into every still ordinary but full of expectation tomorrow.
2020-08-31 in Fuzhou
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