The boy opened the door to look for the hammer that fell on the ground. Almost at the same time, there was a sound of glass breaking. A piece of glass, 105 × 87 cm, fell from the highest window, but in the whistling wind, he could hear it. But not very clear. The director also did not deliberately shoot the scene where the glass shards splashed all over the ground, did not reduce all the background sounds, and did not make the sound of the broken glass become earth-shattering. The camera just stared blankly at the boy's back, as if he was also frightened, and it seemed that every audience member was stunned behind the boy. Such a picture without the slightest rendering brings a shock that directly pierces the heart.
The camera turns and we see the boy's eyes. There was no pain and fear in it, just tiredness. After two weeks of hard work with my father and teachers, after being ridiculed by my classmates and embarrassed by asking friends for help, after about two hours of trekking in the cold wind and rain, after overcoming my inner weakness, everything is just a result of this, but It's finally over. The boy walked out of the classroom without looking back, disappearing at the turn of the corridor.
Sometimes watching a movie or reading a book also requires opportunities. The first time I watched "Let the Wind Fly With Me" was a tired night. I thought that the boring surface of Iranian movies might make me unable to hold on. . Sure enough, I fell asleep when I saw the boy in the glass shop hesitating about the size of the glass, and when I woke up, the little boy was almost at school. Also, after watching this movie for two consecutive nights, I didn't have a deeper feeling for it at first. It should be said that "Let the Wind Take Me Fly" completed its influence on me by itself. It entered my thinking in its own way, and then waited for my understanding and our mutual completion.
This is not to make mysteries, because at the beginning I really just used a dark mood to understand. In another article I wrote: "Watching the Iranian film "Let the wind take me to fly". It is inevitable that people will be lonely, and they have to face the state where everything is destroyed. At this time, no one can help you", " That kind of bleak wind can't be encountered a second time in life, but what if the world is like this? What if it gets more bleak every time? Can you bear it? Can you turn around like a child and start over? Is it?" It can even be said that the director did not let the glass break earlier just to blow such a wind through the hall. Like so many times, we stand there alone, unshielded in front of us and behind us, only to allow gusts of cold wind, perhaps not too icy, to penetrate us. Open, empty, dear child, who put you in this situation?
Fortunately, the boy quickly found out that it was half past six, and there were still 30 minutes before the glass shop closed—in retrospect, was it excitement or something else in his eyes, maybe it was nothing, because there was no "lyric" at all. "It's time - he turned and ran out of the school, we saw the boy's figure running across the black plateau, he still had enough money on him, the classmate on the motorcycle came to help him, and the background music even played , coupled with the firmness of the boy, it should be said that the film ended in a bright light, but this kind of light is still a kind of unresolved after all, no one can guarantee that this time is not a reincarnation, because no one knows whether it will be successful or not. Moreover, it can be said that it is precisely because it is not successful that people deliberately pay attention to the process. This is reminiscent of Camus' Sisyphus, who insists that the hopeless labor of pushing a boulder up a mountain every day is a steadfast joy, and being able to take on absurd reincarnation is happiness—well-intentioned, but still is self-deception. In fact, everything is still hopeless. Just like this child, if he fails again, can he be so determined to start right away again?
If that's all, everything is so dark, but after experiencing some of the most common mornings and nights in life, the details of the film are chewed over and over again, and all the colors are awakened, I can say: film and life are It's not like that tells us.
The first thing I noticed was the episode of the boy in the glass shop that I missed because I fell asleep. How could an unusually restrained film have nearly 20 minutes of redundant writing, not to mention Abbas' screenwriter. Later, I was a little fortunate that I was able to understand how important it is through this method of first missing and then picking up. The chatter of the glass-selling old man is soaked in a little warmth. Listening to his repeated instructions, do we still hope too much that he will send the boy back to school? The length of the plot itself is almost a deadpan suggestion.
The final shattering of the glass was almost entirely accidental, and the boy had already completed the entire difficult process on his own. He made mistakes that nearly everyone—including adults—makes sobriety overshadowed by his impending success. The unavoidable accidental factor was not the storm and the hammer falling to the ground, but the lonely moments when he happened to have no one by his side—there was only one person. This makes us start to feel that the boy is lonely and pitiful, and even blame the people around him, but it is unfair after all. The path we should take by ourselves, others are actually powerless, and too much help will only make us give up facing it.
How much curse do we have to give life for this piece of glass? In fact, life is what it is used to. No matter the wind and rain we encounter on weekdays, the strange station that is accidentally left alone in the middle of the night, or the bedside of our loved ones, it is not the time for us to vent our grievances. . Take the plot in the movie as an example, you can blame the almost harsh teacher, the father who was tortured by life and almost numb to the child, and even criticize the poor education, but you can never just pay attention to or even magnify the child. loneliness. Two of his friends, the old man who sold glass, did their best to help him. Without them, the child can do nothing. In a storm, everyone has their own life, and no one should be expected to play the savior. It's not easy to help others when you can.
Movies are often better than text-only works in at least one respect, that is, the attitude of the author is not always seen, or at least not always instilled in a didactic way. Like this film, director Taleb is calmly telling the story of a boy, An Glass. Continuing the documentary style of Iranian films, he is basically a bystander, with an attitude very much like a hands-off ecologist. In what might be a cemetery, a boy leans against an iron fence to help a friend, and the camera turns around and sees the unsteady glass, swaying in the wind, we can even feel it The director looked worried. what to do? Will the glass shatter? Of course, I understand that this is actually the author's arrangement, but this unpretentious attitude is to truly show the original appearance of each person and life. So, we are watching a movie, but what to make of it? There is loneliness and warmth; there is pain and joy; there is withdrawal and persistence. What we can read, we have to see what is in our hearts.
I don't know what the original Arabic name of this film is, but the English name is Willow & Wind. It may be better if it is directly translated into "The Willow and the Wind". In the words of a friend, the trees and the wind in the wild grow together. She was referring to the tall poplar tree, and the willow tree certainly didn't have that kind of stubbornness, but it was just like that child, you see his beautiful eyes and frozen red hands, more sympathy and pity. He wobbled on the back seat of his friend's motorcycle, and he was worried about the glass, and we were worried about him. But he is by no means "floating in the wind" (this is another overused Chinese translation of the film), he is blown away by the wind of life, but he must have his solid ground and direction.
At the end of the film, the field the boy ran across turned out to be green, and we heard a bird chirping. Friends on motorcycles were beckoning to him, the music was playing quietly, their silhouettes disappeared on the side of the screen, we didn't know if it was too late, we only saw a lonely windmill spinning stubbornly under the beautiful sky.
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