I don't want to talk about the bright and rich colors and the gentle, soothing and slightly sad music in the film. They certainly make the film full of poetry and almost perfect expressiveness. I want to get straight to the subject and talk about the really important things. First of all, we will look at the title "Everything About My Mother" after watching the movie. It is difficult to determine whether the "I" here is the boy Esther who died at the beginning or Lisa's son Esther, maybe the director himself? I don't think it matters, maybe both, men are not important, this is a movie about women and mothers. If the “mother” here is understood as an abstract sufferer, lover, and tolerant, I think the protagonist in the film has been a mother four times, causing love and tolerance to Laura, and the death of the handsome boy As Durban. Her pain, the nun Lisa's dependence and trust in her stranger, and the love of adopting the third Estorban, but each one left her. Laura twisted the flowers and caused the grass, and finally repented but died; Lisa died in childbirth; her son was hit and killed by a car; the little As Durban was first ill, and then was taken back by her grandmother after being healthy (I guess it is very likely). She poured her seemingly endless love and care on them, but all she got was lost, lost again and again. Perhaps the last miracle of Little Asdurban was a little consolation for her suffering, always giving and tolerance, and a glimmer of light after endless suffering and loss. Lisa's mother, although she has some misunderstandings and disagreements with Lisa, because she may not want her daughter to stay as a social worker or leave her hometown. She has been taking care of her husband with Alzheimer's. From her conversations and exchanges with her daughter, it can be seen that even for her daughter who she doesn't understand, her love can't be concealed. Similarly, if the "mother" is understood as above, Lola is actually a half mother. This drug-addicted, transgender, and indulgent swinger returned to his hometown at the end of his life, just wanting to see her own son. "Her"'s greatest wish is to have a son of her own. I think it is precisely because of this, Manny Ra forgave him because she understood the innate and profound love that mother had for the child. This kind of love had no interest considerations, no reason, and it was endless and powerful. In addition, Sister Lisa’s pregnancy and death are somewhat symbolic. She is the kind of woman that we will think of the saint when we see it. She is beautiful, pure, kind and loving, full of sacrifice, and her destiny is also full of suffering. . She died as a pure woman, was hurt and died by a man, and another man was born. The meaning of the crucifixion of Christ can even be seen in her. The last shot in the hospital is a cross in a window frame with a sea view, and the next step is on the cemetery where the funeral is held.
Speaking of men, there may be three and a half men in the film. The young man As Durban is a man who is grateful to women, but his death brought his mother the greatest pain; Needless to say, Laura is the half man, he himself is the least, the most important and the most important. A complicated role. Manila said that "she" "combined all the moral depravity of men and women in one body", and said nothing false. "She" indulges all her life and keeps hurting others, but she has also endured inner conflicts and tears. "To be a big man, but also to be a prostitution." In the last days of life, he was not happy at all, but to his son His love made him forgiven and leave peacefully. It can be said that he lived his life as a "man" but died as a "mother". And the man with the least drama, the actor, asked Ayue to blow to him, so as to reduce the dryness. This is a man who asks for a woman. He has no choice but to treat such a male Ayue, just like she tried to try that night. The same as the man who abused her. But Lisa's demented father needs care like a child. He doesn't even know his own daughter, but only a dog. He actually thinks that the child left by his daughter is his wife's, which makes him jealous. Of these four people, one died, one betrayed, one asked for help, and the other was incompetent, indifferent and jealous. These are the men in this movie. They are not men in everyone's understanding, but men in women's destiny.
I was moved by the selfless, pure, and endless love of my mother. Although Mo Yan portrayed a B-side ugly material mother in "Joy", I would rather believe that it was in a state where the subject was madly close to collapse. Nightmare is the crazy and rebellious work of a young author. Recently I read some theoretical books, and I also watched Tarkovsky's "Sculpting Time". I thought about our destiny, whether reason gives us more or our emotions give us more? Is our ultimate redemption and ultimate happiness rational or love? Reason becomes the spread of words, and love decays with our flesh. But reason belongs to God, to our species and concepts, while love belongs to ourselves, to our eyes, hands, and heart, to our flesh and blood, and to our invisible mind. Dostoevsky asked Stavrokin in "The Demons" to ask "'I just want to know, do you believe in God?' The other side mutters' I believe in Russia...and Russian Orthodox...I believe Holy Communion Bread...I believe that Christ’s blessing must be in Russia...'He is irritated.'Do you still believe in God? Believe in God? "I...I should believe in God." Asking, "Do you still believe in love?" Can we answer with confidence and without hesitation?
Thinking of women, I think of my grandmother. She is a traditional Chinese woman. She married to my house when she was fourteen. She has been doing housework, marrying my grandfather and having children. After his grandfather was classified as a rightist and was dismissed and returned to the field, he quietly accompanied him on farming at home, earning work points, repairing reservoirs, and eating canteens, all of which have been experienced. I also raised two children, my father and second uncle. It is said that I once had a daughter, but she died. After her grandfather passed away more than ten years ago, she endured the torment of loneliness and contradictions between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but she has been silently enduring it, working hard without complaining, and giving to this family non-stop. Her fate can be said to be more tragic than Manila in the movie, because she was born in China and she has to endure material poverty. But she is kind, simple, and even broad. This year is her 80th birthday. At that time, she was a little beautiful, but I knew that this could not compensate her for one ten-thousandth of the effort and endurance, but when she was sitting in the middle of the stage in the village, surrounded by dozens of the whole family Koo Ren, when looking at the folks from Shili Baxiang sitting down the stage, I hope she is happy at that moment. I hope she will be shining at that moment after experiencing a bleak and bumpy life, after experiencing endless endurance and dedication. I also hope that she will spend her old age peacefully in return for his kind, pure, and troubled life.
Almodovar’s films are dedicated to his mother, to all the actresses, and to all those who want to be mothers. If this serious essay counts as a work, I would dedicate it to my grandma, my mother, and all the women in my life.
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