Mom, I got my life from you, and it's back in your hands in the end.

Domenica 2022-04-20 09:02:21

A movie tells a whole life, and it is the life of this so-called "special group". There has been youth, passion, madness and anxiety, restlessness and violence. The climax erupted while gathering countless forces. Then it was lonely and quiet.

There was hope, who wasn't? What living person has no hope in his heart? What is the difference between this hope? Aren't they all the same? Why do we have to distinguish between groups, categories, classes, rich and poor, noble and low, high and low...

In the end, I watched Sean's aftermath with tears in his eyes, his friends, boyfriend and his mother, farewells that could never be imagined in reality, the movie unfolds in such a straightforward manner, the nudity is too real, which makes people feel really distressed , I feel sorry for this strong woman who is a mother, I feel sorry for Sean who was fighting with her ashes in the end, I feel sorry for this world, and I feel sorry for the powerlessness of being a human being.

Really, this is not an LGBT movie, this is a real, objective world that every ordinary person should examine, this is everyone's relationship, human beings, how proud and vulnerable, being human is God What a great punishment.

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  • Madelyn 2022-03-27 09:01:18

    Those planning, debating, demonstrating, speaking, negotiating, even dancing and sex are the tension of life, they express their anger, and they go to spread it and let everyone know where they are. This is very enviable, because our marginalized people may Numb anger is gone. Anger is also a kind of tension. It is like a spark that needs oxygen and incitement, or it will go out. The group presented in this film is like a flame that is trying to burn.

  • Stewart 2022-03-19 09:01:08

    The floating dust on the dance floor met with a blizzard, and the blood in the bathtub overflowed the Seine River. The 19-year-old desires fire and dry wood can ignite a blizzard, and the 26-year-old's ashes are clear and turbulent and flood the Seine. Among the colorful stripes, dancing cheerleaders seemed to celebrate my 19-year-old pride; in the lying team, the cross in my arms seemed to mourn his 26-year-old death. Before the meeting, the news of Sean's death was announced. Everyone snapped their fingers and pretended that nothing happened because the battle had not ended.