When I first saw this film a few years ago, I had no memory of the sadness, worry, entanglement, disappointment, and fear in it. Just like a young Chiara, she believed that true love was not far away, and her impression was of the atmosphere of the Tuscan fields and the splendid sun.
It was only by a coincidence today that I found it again, downloaded it again, and watched it again, only to realize that there are so many sadness and tears in it, lightning and thunder and powerlessness that I thought there would never be. When I saw the sudden soreness in my eyes, I scolded myself in my heart: "Actually resonated...I actually felt a resonance from a middle-aged divorced woman?!"
For some time, I have been consciously admonishing myself to face myself calmly , to leave worry, jealousy and comparison, to see those happiness and joy, even if I haven't found mine, but those happiness and joy are still happiness and joy. Like Fran, she expected a wedding in the house, a home, someone to eat her own dinner, and it came true, even if it wasn't quite what she imagined.
Face yourself, be honest with yourself, and tell yourself, in fact, the sunshine that was left in memory a few years ago has always been there, and even the number has not decreased. What I have, what I have walked by, what I have left behind, come and go, bustling, and it is still what the world should look like.
The bright sun shines on everyone, and perhaps it will be more dazzling in the eyes of those who believe in him. It takes not just good weather, but good luck, and real courage.
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