Meet my 102-year-old dad
When I saw the name of the movie, I really thought it was a very funny movie. I thought the theater would be full of laughter. The picture I imagined was a happy family, maybe even several generations together. ...
When the rich colors of India came into view, when the sound of pouring rain echoed in my ears, when my 102-year-old father smiled knowingly, at that moment, it seemed that life and death had been relieved. I have to say, this is indeed a good film, at least I am thinking deeply at the moment, and my brows are frowning while watching the film. We are not in the same country, and we can really feel the same. It is a gift from family and blood, and it is a spiritual torture. Family affection is probably something in this world that really doesn’t make sense. You can never let go of your care and love for your parents, and you will never be able to let go of the distant children you care about. It's like "I want to know how you are doing, I want to call you, I miss you so much, but when I pick up the phone and hesitate for a while, I still put it down, but I can't put it down on you thoughts". The heart-wrenching plot, it is those actions that seem funny and easy and even puzzling for the audience to pave the way before the real plot, which makes the whole film a masterpiece with tears and laughter. You have to remember, you are a kite, we can fly high and far, but the line is always in the hands of our parents, they look up at us who are getting farther and farther, and their footsteps are getting heavier and heavier as they falter. I want to accompany us as before and send us a few more steps, but the speed of our growth does not allow it, and helplessness is flooded in it. In the end, we only left our backs to them. They watched us manage our lives well, showing a reassuring smile, and when they turned around, it was dusk, whether lonely or helpless, they finally had to accept the reality. I want you to grow up with me, and I grow old with you. How brightly you start to laugh, how sadly you end up crying. Every day without dancing is a betrayal of life. For a hundred years of life, you must be wonderful for yourself, and bravely go crazy and go crazy, in order to live up to the life of being a human being.
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