The sea of clouds outside the plane window, the one-inch photo of a young man constantly flipping in the hands of the old man, his side face mixed with the sun's light spots. This is the beginning of Snow Cake.
Every time I watch a movie, I always look forward to it. Thinking about how it will bring me another story, wondering if I'll like it. I have to admit that in the days when I lose patience and become arrogant, I am not a good audience and listener. My fingers are always pressing fast forward involuntarily, trying to make all the shaking images end faster, and I am disappointed. .
It's been a long time since I could sit down and listen to a story. "Snow Cake" is about loneliness, about choice, about talking, about understanding, about tolerance, about redemption...
Everyone in the story has a unique personality and survives with the flaws assessed by the normal world. "Want to know why I'm sitting here? Because you look like someone who needs to talk," says Vivienne. She finds rides with people who seem lonely, and she believes lonely people always have a lot of stories to tell. And I believe that it only takes a moment to recognize the same kind. They will have similar looks and the same smell. People with the same soul only need a look to get tacit understanding, and they can tolerate each other without more words. "Because I understand, so there is compassion" is such a wonderful truth.
So when Vivienne pushed open the door of the restaurant, he immediately sat opposite Alex, who had nasolabial lines on his face and a serious look; so Alex agreed to let a strange girl take a ride out of his character; so he had cleanliness and was completely immersed in himself The Linda in the world accommodated Alex into her life; so Maggic leaned against the door rail and smiled as Alex and Linda played jumping off the bed.
These peculiar combinations are actually not unexpected, and the gears quietly meet in the dark. In the act of going with the flow, they have silently comforted each other, supported each other, and became the light for each other to walk out of the dark world.
The girl who walked, smiled, listened and sang with dreams disappeared into the snow in the early spring. She brought a guest from a different place to her mother, so that her mother began to slowly accept the outside world, while she The mother taught the guest what is commitment, what is tolerance and what is facing.
I don't know who has fulfilled who, everything in the world may have a certain number, it guides you to that place, see different scenery, and experience a different taste. Things are often neither right or wrong nor good or bad, and what it contains and gives you may really only be understood after a long, long time.
In the end, Linda could not wait to eat the ice cream like a gluttonous child, and acquiesced to the neighbors to enter her room to pick up the garbage for her.
Finally, Alex took off his bad glasses for the sunset, remembering the alphabet story that Linda made up.
The unchanging life needs to be changed after all, the power of a person is sometimes so small, after all, someone needs to take you away. Not dependence, but mutual care.
I first heard about this film on Cai Kangyong's blog, and I was not disappointed after reading it. Recently, my arrogant and restless heart has calmed down a lot, like eating ice-cold ice cream. I like to see Linda's neurotic expression in the film. She insists on her own principles of life. She talks to people without looking into their eyes. She refuses to communicate with people she doesn't like. She shouts hysterically at people she doesn't like. of dancing to music. She is being herself, like any child who has not yet learned to hide, living the life she loves willfully and complacently. She said: "Vivienne said that I may be the only adult in the world who can get in and out of bed." In fact, there must be some adults who are nostalgic for getting in and out of bed, huh... I
like two lines, I believe those who have seen the movie Everyone is familiar with:
The past is only a memory
the future a fantasy
It is only in the present that we truly live
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they are overwhelmed by their own smallness and the vastness of the world.
He turns and we see him facing the sky,
his voice so soft that no one can hear him:
Dazlious.
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