After watching the movie, I couldn't calm down for a long time and wanted to write something to express my love for this movie.
This film is beautiful. The story motif, characters, background music, etc. are all elements of the film's beauty. All parts blend together to make this moving film.
The motif of this story is actually the story of the prince and Cinderella.
The male protagonist Reggie is a lonely prince who lives in a gorgeous and deserted castle. A young genius, smart, knowledgeable, independent, lonely, under the wise and cold exterior, there is a tender heart that longs to be loved. (Such a character makes the big sister in front of the screen really irresistible)
The heroine Eleanor is a beautiful Cinderella, her father is dying, other family members are indifferent and alienated, and her boyfriend is an asshole. Music talent and dreams lost to the hardships of life.
By chance, the down-and-out Cinderella walked into the prince's castle. On that sunny afternoon, on the way home from school, a down-and-out big girl and a lonely little boy walked side by side and began to walk into each other's lives.
The boy seems to have everything, great wealth, super high IQ, infinite bright future, but lacks the most important thing - love. His father died, his mother remarried, and he was often accompanied by a nanny and a driver. His mother gave him an aristocratic life, but he only used him as a capital to show off in front of others (for example, his mother made him when he was less than two years old to perform reading words surrounded by a group of alcoholics, and the holidays stipulated that he had to do this and that). The lack of parental love and the lack of high IQ made the boy grow up alone, accompanied by books that he never left, and a cello that was about the same height as him. When the boy said that sentence, it is estimated that no one will love me, how lonely and sad my heart is.
But he deserves to be well cared for, not because he is rich or because of his high IQ, but because he is kind, benevolent, and knows how to take care of others.
He didn't use the car at all, but he didn't fire the driver because he knew the driver needed the salary to take care of his sick daughter. He let the driver get help in a decent way.
The hostess asked him why he didn't let the Spanish nanny eat at a table. He knew that the Spanish nanny liked to watch TV and dine alone, and he didn't have to force others with his own expectations.
He looked at the heroine who was worried about her dying father, and promised to accompany her home to visit her family.
The image of the boy is simply a perfect little angel, and this angel is actually lonely and unloved. This contrast makes people want to take good care of him (it is estimated that the old mothers of the young ladies and sisters in front of the screen have already overflowed with hearts) )
So, the heroine appeared, and everyone expected it.
They eat together, read books, watch movies, take walks, discuss music, and know and love each other in their company. The male protagonist's love for the female protagonist is complicated. For the male protagonist, the female protagonist is like a mother, like a sister, and more like a first love. The appearance of the female protagonist filled some of the missing maternal love, but more of it hit the male protagonist's budding adolescence and became the first love in his life. The slightly revealing dress of the heroine and the comments of the classmates around her on the heroine's figure are actually the externalization of the hero's love for the heroine. The female protagonist was lying on the lawn. When the male protagonist looked sideways at the beautiful face of the female protagonist, his eyes were full of love. When he looked in the mirror, took off his shirt, and gestured his muscles, he was eager to grow up faster, and his love for the heroine made him eager to grow into a man faster.
(The poem recited in the male protagonist's class at the beginning also hints at the male protagonist's emotional growth)
pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast.
To feel forever its soft fall and swell.
Awake forever in a sweet unrest.
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath.
And so live ever, or else swoon to death.
(From: Keats' sonnet "The Splendid Star")
However, between them, separated by age, separated class, separated by very different lives, the heroine should also understand all of this. Their lives may only be short-lived during this summer vacation, and then they will go their separate ways. She needs to take care of her family, find herself, and turn around and leave even if she is desperate.
Facing the boy's affectionate confession, she leaned down, stood as tall as the boy, and gave a shallow kiss. This was both the end of the encounter and the new beginning of each other's lives.
(This confession is so affectionate, copy it here)
"it's hard to believe it's only been a couple of months I feel like I've known you, I have all these words, these things I feel I need to say to you, only now. Something I don't have the capacity to speak”
The boy plays the cello that he gave up because of loneliness again, and the heroine plays the cornett that was abandoned because of hardship again. The sound of the cello is somber, the sound of the inner tube is melodious, and there is infinite hope in the faint sadness.
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