leaned on the pillow late at night and held an mp4, his hand trembled violently
. The blue sky, the warm wooden house...the happy background music, the two children running wildly...
it can only be said that the bright is too sad
, the red sugar jar or the little boy who was the family member of the military officer in that era. Show off and be happy, Setsuko laughed loudly, clean, bright, clear, indescribable joy... But he was being driven out by his aunt on the way; in the dilapidated cave where he lived
; On the devastated ruins with smoke of gunpowder... I
suddenly remembered a short film called Fireworks that I had seen. A blind girl searches for the legendary fireworks to realize her dream. The girl can't see it, but she can feel it. There is a large green field on the way to find, a flower wall composed of gorgeous flowers taller than her, and a group of elephants passing by from time to time.
In the end, she found the metal firework she dreamed of, and held it tightly with her hands. The sound of fireworks being fired around her continued, and the girl fell down happily...all the beauty around her collapsed. In fact, the fields are ruins, the elephants are passing tanks, and the tall flowers are broken and collapsed walls... She let go of her hand, and the shining thing in her hand was just a bullet.
Who said it ? However, everything is the best in a child's world.
It is undeniable that the author took a knife on the child...
The description of death in the film may be the blood-covered mother who I have never been able to accept or let go of
. The style of painting is too real and too cruel. But it's all up to the elder brother to bear all this. He is the elder brother, so he must be strong, so he can't tell his sister, so he can't express his sadness, but he is also just a child, and he has endured too many things in his life that he should not have endured.
Qing Tai's thin figure always runs against the direction of the flow of people when the air strikes. It seems to be fighting against the direction of fate. After the pain again and again, he held the stolen thing, raised his arm, and shouted bomb, bomb, put more bombs down. Silent...I only feel that there is another emotion that lies in sympathy and confrontation, the distortion of contradictions, and even more unable to extricate myself, think of Xiangzi? ·Perhaps he shouldn't be blamed, he's just surviving. The indifference of aunts, doctors, including the uncle and soldiers, is also a way of survival in war?
Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind, or the failure of the trees?
When the sugar jar was turned upside down, the last three pieces of juice candy appeared in the little girl's palm, her heart shrank suddenly, the sugar was gone, and happiness should go away.
So a girl that was as bright and transparent as sugar was quilted. When the darkness melts, it
can only be said that she is too cute, cute and distressing, untouchable, and like a transparent soul that can float away at any time.
When it was almost a problem to be full, she would stand by the river, blink her eyes, and tell her brother: Mom said to brush her teeth before going to bed;
she would stand by the river by herself and play guessing against the water;
she would make cakes out of mud Feed my brother...
she lights up the world like a firefly.
Until she went to the doctor, lifted her stomach, the red eczema covered a few ribs;
silently, buried the firefly, why did her mother die like a firefly, her eyes were numb...
Until she was terminally ill and muttered in her mouth : Bombers, bombs, dead, all dead... The pain that the stomach keeps twisting, there is an inexplicable vicissitudes...
So, the silent surging of despair turns into a loud pain...
Maybe It should not be watched in the first place, and it is destined to be a sad movie from the beginning. All the beauty, splendor and joy are all built on the dead, just floating and wandering over the bottomless abyss like an illusion. A slight gust of wind is enough to blow it away, revealing the reality very naked, and the whole body is firmly locked. I can't find the exit, I can't escape...
It's dark, the curtain is over, the earphones are unplugged, it's a cool summer night outside the window, there is a breeze, there are insects and frogs croak
. The brother and sister seem to be sitting, laughing, and making noises, surrounded by a large group of pale green lights. I will never leave
... ---end 2008.8.15
This is the first time I wrote a film review, but it was this film. I overcame the trembling and pain of my fingers. After watching this film, I realized that I had How fragile, how well developed the tear ducts, the body is almost stiff
and I don't want to touch it a second time... It's okay, just okay. So be it
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