Before the movie was released last year, I had already written a "movie review". It's not a movie review.
In the same way, the following is not entirely a film review of this movie.
I haven't had a chance to watch this movie since it was released, but I read a lot of comments. Most of those comments mentioned that the structure of the movie is rather chaotic. I felt it when I watched it.
Due to space issues, some plots were deleted, some were reversed, and some plots were merged. Movies don't seem to have as strong appeal as books, and the story is not very clear.
Even so, it still touched me.
In the movie, Susie's father chased Mr. Harvey into the cornfield and scared Susie's friend Clarissa, who was knocked on the ground by Clarissa's boyfriend Brian with a flashlight. Susie begged to cry in another time and space. And her father seemed to hear him.
This plot gave me a feeling of combining the same plot in the book with her father who fainted due to a heart attack, and silently meditated on the three plots he loved.
I seem to hear him talking.
"Suzy, my little baby."
I read after him.
My little baby.
Years ago, I went home and took the train. On the train, I dreamed of a dog my family had raised. It was called Yuanyuan. At the beginning of my dream, I knew it was dead. But there is a dog in the house that looks like it, and I dare not recognize it. Later, my sister said, this is Yuanyuan. I turned my head to look at it, and said to myself, this is Yuanyuan.
I call it, come, I will hug you.
Then I cried and hugged it tightly in my arms.
I hugged it and cried: I thought you were dead, I didn't dare to recognize you just now.
I kept crying, holding it tightly. Forget that when the dream started, I already knew it was dead. The joy of being lost and regained makes me forget the logic and my own memories.
I woke up suddenly and found that the conductor was pushing me, telling me to get off the train, it was time to change the ticket. I felt that my eyes were a little wet and my chest was heavy. I wiped my face and found that my face was full of tears.
It was already dead, when I was in my second year of high school. At that time, I was in high school in a neighboring city, and one day I called home. My brother said he missed his mouth and told me it was dead. It turned out that it has been dead for more than a month, and my family dare not tell me because I love it very much.
When I heard the news, I cried and fainted. I really fainted.
Yes, it's just a dog, but it's my baby. Although I know that a dog's life is short, I never plan to be mentally prepared to lose it. When I cried and called my sister the next day, she knew it, she just kept it from me.
Later, I saw Stephen King’s "Pet Cemetery". The book said that there is a cemetery. If you bury dead pets or people in it, they will be resurrected, but in a terrifying form.
I can't help thinking, if such a cemetery really exists, would I bury it?
I secretly vowed never to have a dog again. I will love it forever, and there is only one of my baby.
When I was going home for the winter vacation, one day my dad came back from outside with the back of his hand behind him and called me mysteriously. What am I talking about? He took out his hand from behind, with a small dog in his hand. I yelled, my dad said to take it, give it a name.
I frowned, I said I don't take it, you take it. It seems that if I give it a name, it belongs to me. Finally, I didn't take it, and then my brother said, let's call it Ding Ding.
Tintin is very small, and there are so many steps in my house that he can't go up and down at all. I am wearing a big apron and put it in the pocket of the apron.
It's so close to me, and I don't think it belongs to me.
I know my father's painstaking efforts. I bluntly refused this painstaking, because I don't want to forget Yuanyuan, and I don't want to suffer the pain of losing again.
I always feel sorry for it. I have many agreements with it, but because of its departure, it will never be realized. I often dream of it, and wake up crying several times. Because I was not there when I left, I can't believe it for so many years. I sometimes fantasize about it when it is dying, is it scared, does it think of me?
Sometimes I don't dare to think of it. I don't know why, so I just want to cry after thinking about it.
I just want to hold it in my arms forever.
A few years later, my grandmother passed away. I also often dream of her. In my dream, I knew she was gone, but I would still hold her tightly. Sometimes I still think about it when I hold it, um, it smells of soil. I am no longer afraid of ghosts. Because I know that there is my love in them, my baby.
Everyone likes to hug, and they want to hold something they are reluctant to lose tightly in their arms. If they don't let go, it seems that they will never leave.
Susie is her father's baby, although he has three children, although she has been dead for a long time.
I am also my father's baby. Although I did not show sadness, he noticed it and tried to heal me. My appearance seems very strong, but in fact I am shamelessly fragile. It's never easy for me to let go of losing this kind of thing forever.
Oh, it's so sad.
This is not a film review, I just put it here as a response. Watching this movie evokes a lot of memories of me. There are all kinds of things, and it is difficult for me to calm down while watching it. Therefore, this film review can only be regarded as a very off-line review.
Those who look at the fantasy after reading the book may be a little disappointed, but the movie is still worth watching.
At the end of the movie and the end of the book, Susie said: I wish everyone a long and happy life.
That's it.
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