But when the word "August" appeared, the English translation of the film gave me a great shock. Summer has passed, not a simple and direct August, but a euphemism-summer has passed. At that moment, I realized that it might be different from the literary films I watched before, and it was not only suitable for boring entertainment, so I decided to watch and interpret it carefully and write a film review.
The story is set in a small western town in the early 1990s, when the state began to implement the reform of state-owned enterprises and the iron rice bowl was broken. In the family courtyard of the state-owned studio, the life of every simple family has been affected by the reform, and Xiao Lei, 11, grew up in ignorance between economic change and family change. Every character in the film has a distinct personality, which is the embodiment of an era, such as Xiao Lei, such as parents and a group of relatives, such as the seemingly insignificant third brother of the local ruffian.
Although this film is a tribute to my father, many scenes have never changed day after day for decades. Grandparents are playing cards in a noisy environment, and there are many people around. Children wear cheap clothes and sandals and jump on rubber bands. When the adults called the children home for dinner, the boy reluctantly said, "I want to play a little longer." Xiao Lei's childhood is also my childhood. To be precise, it is the childhood I saw when I lived in the country as a child, not the childhood I experienced. My childhood was full of playing the piano, drawing and memorizing words, and I was not happy.
Perhaps because I like children, I always think that Kong Wei, a child from Zhang Xiaolei in the play, is really beautiful when he smiles. He watched his mother water the flowers in a strange way and burst into a laugh. It was a naughty smile that only children can have. Even I laughed from my heart when I watched the movie. Many people gathered around the river to watch the third brother take out the bodhi in the sheep's stomach. Among a group of adults, only Ray's eyes carry children's curiosity and exploration. Adults are dull and lifeless, and only children bring vitality to a boring life.
Before the tug-of-war of the sports meeting in the family members' hospital was decided, the cars in the factory couldn't move. Everyone went to push the carts until the cars started, and many people followed, reading passionate poems with loudspeakers, as if it were a farce. As the crowd drifted away, the camera focused on Xiao Lei. Xiao Lei's expression was half vacant and half seemed to know something. His eyes are half ignorant and his figure is thin and small. Such naive incomprehension of the unknown always makes people want to hold him in front of them across the screen. Waving nunchakus, Xiao Lei drummed into the room at the end of the building, secretly opened the door and could not help but ask, "Dad, what is this?" "Show a movie." "Why don't you go to the sports meeting?" Of course, dad won't answer. How can he explain it clearly to the children? Even if he answers, what can he answer? He cut a film for Xiao Lei. Children are children after all. He immediately took it to the window and asked his father, "Who is this?" "This is your uncle Laoyun." At this moment, the scene of the father and son is particularly warm, and the light coming through the film outside the window seems to be the hope of the father and son.
Zhang Chen, my father, has always been like an immature child. "Don't lower your noble head"-I'm afraid that only teenagers who don't need to think about the hardships of life are qualified to say. An impulsive and impulsive father, a drunken father, a father unwilling to compromise with reality, and a father who cried when taking Xiao Lei to the movies are more like a big boy who is reckless in literature and art, let alone his father's age. Even now, we are more and more numb and worried about the present and the future, and we seldom cry in other people's stories.
In the middle of the movie, Xiao Lei began to change from a child to a teenager. The headmaster looked back and saw Xiao Lei. "Whose child is this?" "Why"-the peculiar rage of teenagers. Then there are the movies that my father and Xiao Lei didn't see, the arrogance of the rich man and the contempt in his son's fat boy's eyes. Thin Xiao Lei can no longer hide the anger on his face, and his hands and body have made the most direct response. The father was probably depressed for a long time and didn't stop the child from doing so. But my mother is very angry. She took down the nunchakus her father made for Xiao Lei and said, I don't care about you anymore. If I can live a little easier, I don't want to struggle like this, and my mother probably thinks so. She is "Miss Guo" in the eyes of others, but what she fears most must be "I will be you when I grow up". She is afraid that her son will grow up to be like her and as worthless as her husband. She is very tired and tired of every role in life, which is the hardship of every mother and woman in every ordinary family.
"Why do you want to go to No.3 Middle School?" After dinner, Xiao Lei didn't answer this question. On the way home, all three of us were very happy. Xiao Lei is very happy to sit on his father's bike. His parents looked relaxed, and his mother asked Xiao Lei this question again. "Because the school uniform in No.3 Middle School is the most handsome, it is also equipped with a belt like the third brother." Suddenly, my father stopped his bike, left Xiao Lei and rode away quickly. At first, I didn't expect that the angry father here is always good-tempered to his son. Later, I thought he must be very disappointed in his son. But that's just a simple worship of children. He doesn't know how much his parents have to pay for it. He doesn't understand that his pain is that someone is suffering for him and someone is carrying the burden for him. Children like this are also the sorrow of most ordinary parents. From the beginning, they used the wrong way of education. In my opinion, it is not that children need to be mature and sensible to bear any family burden, but that children should have the right to know, have their own choices and judgments, and pay a certain responsibility and price for it.
Xiao Lei sat in the field, eating face to face with his father. Xiao Lei jumped out without thinking: "Dad, I won't go to No.3 Middle School." Ray doesn't know that his words can't save any situation. Perhaps the mother's sentence "Your share is your father's and my monthly salary" touched him, so the children simply thought they should know something and made great sacrifices, but how helpless it was. Father patted Xiao Lei on the head. On the way home, the old man upstairs sang "How the world has risen and fallen, and how powerful I am in China" as at the beginning of the movie. Yes, the song is still this song, but something has changed. But at an early age, does Xiao Lei need to understand the rise and fall of the world? He doesn't even know what his parents and relatives have done for him. He didn't even know that his father was leaving home soon.
"Fuck, you want to go against me." At the beginning of the movie, the family was watching TV, and the lines were repeated three times at halftime. In the play, people confront each other, while in the play, reality confronts each other. Father took out the tape and tore it wildly. He felt deeply powerless in life, just like the picture of Caton in the play, unable to move forward. Ray heard some noise in the living room, secretly opened the door and leaned out to watch his father fight. Others seem clumsy and have some ridiculous unorganized fists. This is my father's self-righteous ability and there is nowhere to vent. We came into this world with our bare hands, desperate, and still haven't changed anything, including ourselves.
The night before my father left the party, we had some arguments. Is it really ambitious and dismissive, or is it the self-comfort of a group of people with ideals? Mother's words, want to be practical, a lot of mother's shadow. Not long ago, Netease Yunhuo's lyrics "I want to have dinner with you" said that there is no car and no room, and he is still confused about the future and wants to wander. It is not enough to have ideals and blood. When I make a lot of money, I'll be with you, holding hands and turning around, but if I have nothing, I'm afraid we'll both starve to death. But the scene in the ballroom awakened my inexplicable enthusiasm. In the song "Set sail tomorrow, blue headscarves of relatives will fly at the stern", there seems to be a boiling expectation for the future. Everyone is busy with their own business, and their parents are dancing hand in hand. At this point, Xiao Lei, dressed in the uniform of No.3 Middle School he expected, fell asleep on the table.
On the eve of departure, my father went to the room to see his son with a belt that was "as handsome as the third brother", and then left with a sigh. I remember the night before I left home, and I couldn't sleep either. The next morning, my parents were carrying luggage, and sleepy Xiao Lei trotted to catch the bus. The whole scene is both literary and realistic. The bus urges people to go quickly. Get out of here. Ray didn't run after the car like in ordinary movies, but looked at the distance with a frown, as if he had lost something, a little at a loss. It seems that I experienced this scene when I was young, and my eyes are the same as those of Xiao Lei. Father didn't wave goodbye, and he didn't even have time to look out of the window again. The bus didn't wait for someone to say goodbye. But when he heard the song "I sent you away from your hometown on that rainy Sunday" ... are you okay in another country? Have you ever thought about leaning on my shoulder? ",he shouted.
In the big family after his father left, little Lei Taimu, who was ill in bed for many years, passed away. The relationship between the whole family has also eased. "Mom, the past is my fault. It's hard not to cry if you don't cry. " One hand rests on the other hand, and the moment when tears flow down, it is a reconciliation with the past and with yourself. In the big photo, Xiao Lei waved his arms, but without his father, Xiao Lei changed from riding his father's bicycle to pushing a bicycle and walking on the road in school uniform. At home, the bedside is a photo of father and son, and the bed is a nunchaku made by my father himself. Besides, third brother's father died, and he seemed to grow up overnight. I don't want to eat the calcium milk biscuits and midnight snacks distributed by the crew. I left them to my third brother. The third brother shouted at Xiao Lei who comforted him and rolled away, which is different from the previous practice of extorting pocket money from others. The "roll" at that time was disdainful and arrogant. At this moment, it is a kind of hard support, and I don't want my child to see his helplessness and dependence. At night, Xiao Lei's epiphyllum opened and everything changed quietly.
The last scene of the film is the appearance of my father filming outside, and the picture changes color. Maybe the rural world is black and white, and the outside is colored. It seems that my father is doing well outside, which is a gratifying ending. The blooming of epiphyllum probably means that the summer heat anxiety in August has passed, the coming autumn is mature and stable, and life tends to be calm.
The details of the whole movie are well handled. Cui Jian's "Nothing" poster was posted on the door of Xiao Lei's room (this is the second part that shocked me. Needless to say, Cui Jian's influence in that era may also have a certain meaning in the movie), the phrase "I smoke Marlboro" when everyone got together the night before his father left home, and the word "band" on the wall at the end of the movie all profoundly reflected the appearance of the 1990s. My only regret is a small part that the director may not have noticed-there is a scene where a group of people are dancing in an alley when my father takes Xiao Lei home by bike. The music of the square dance is Timi Zhuo's Southeast and Northwest Wind, which was released in 2000, not in the early 1990s.
The lyrics of the ending song "Grapes in the Green Field" are Gu Cheng's poem "Comfort", which is also a song in an old movie of 1985. There were not many people in the cinema, but most of them didn't leave first, but watched the last second quietly. I suddenly remembered the famous roadside picnic last year. The difference is that "Picnic by the Road" has deliberate literature and art, interspersed with obscure poems, while "August" is an old story without any flowery words, and it is an old photo. On the way back, I watched the poster propaganda before the movie-keep the good times. But I don't think the good times need to be kept. I think the good times should be in the future, and the past should be well collected and carefully placed.
Margaret Mitchell's famous Gone with the Wind, with the English title Gone with the Wind; "August" is translated as summer gone, summer gone. To some extent, movies and books are the same, recording the lost life. Anyway, our lives are gone.
Summer has passed-August, it is July of filariasis.
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