I watched several movies over the weekend and wanted to write my thoughts together. But for various reasons, I think it is better to write them separately.
(It seems that it is raining ...)
The old car is said to be the collection of mountains by Flint Eastwood. It doesn't look good at first, but the more you see it, the more you want to see it (this is my own feeling ).
After reading it, I always thought of a metaphor and finally came up with a story I call it a lightbulb:
A light bulb with a broken filament is not afraid of darkness. It is not said that it has been broken and thrown into the garbage bin, but is most afraid of others saying that it has been shining brightly.
What it wants to retain is the glory and light that once belonged to it. This is what it misses most and what it can't afford.
The same is true for old worths. Glory, experience, and guilt have always plagued him. He knows that one day he tries to accept reality, accept his new neighbor, and accept his fate, he made that choice to save others and punish the wicked at the same time. rather than taking yourself as the final judge to execute the death penalty against others. this is an understanding, a choice, and a final choice for finding your own destination. his death becomes more meaningful and does not violate his re-recognition creed. the priest is also honorable. He does his duty and does not give up, even if others are exclusive.
In the end, the old car also found the best successor to his character, not his son, but the son of the neighbor who once wanted to steal his car!
Maybe this is what I understand. It's not commercial!