【电影观感】- Changeling 换子疑云 by lilac09
这个电影已经听说了很久了，一直在纠结要不要看。 一个妈妈丢失孩子的故事；一个孩子找回来是假的，却被腐败的LAPD警察局逼迫承认是真的，要不就送到精神病医院，电疗水击的故事；而自己的孩子却被一个变态杀人魔王绑架，很可能杀害的故事；一个一直到最后孩子都没有回来的故事；对做妈妈的人来说，这每一项都是一个沉重的不能再沉重的故事.而最要命的是这些还不是导演哗众取宠瞎编出的故事。这是发生在上世纪二十年代的LA的真事。 导演伊斯特伍德宝刀不老，老牛仔在他不裉色的英雄梦里，用自我意识和顽强的道德感对抗着这个混乱堕落、几乎让他无法理解的世界. 安吉丽娜·朱莉的在本片里的表现已经不能用精彩来形容了。就从表演上看，小家碧玉的詹妮弗·安妮斯顿和她简直不是一个数量级的，安吉丽娜的气场太强大了，也难怪布拉德·皮特会被她牵着鼻子走。:) 昨天看完短路大侠在中坛放的这个电影，已是午夜，心潮起伏，难以成眠, 一大早起来，结合自己的故事, 趁热打铁胡乱写个了观感 It is a 2.5-hour-long movie, but every minute is riveting. Watching it is an emotional roller coaster ride for me. Angelina Jolie delivered an Oscar-caliber performance, who totally disappeared into her role as a heart-broken but strong willed mom. When her son got kidnapped, she never gave up her hope and even had the guts to take on the whole corrupted LAPD to finally get the truth surfaced. It is a sad but also uplifting movie. I love every bit of it. For a mom, nothing can be scarier in the world than your kid gets lost one day. I had a close call a few years ago. Although it was a false alarm, I believe no mom would like to go through this kind of false alarm in her life. Even reliving it today is a bit hard for me. Here is my story. I was working from home that day, debugging a sticky issue on a remote server, which had the central time in the system. I was supposed to pick up my son from the kindergarten at 2:50 pm. I must have lost track of time or got confused by the stupid time zone thing. The moment I realized it, it was already half an hour past the pick up time. Damn it! I rushed to the school while cursing all the way along. It was a gloomy winter day, dark clouds looming over the skyline of the city, looking ominous. To my horror, at the designated pick-up spot, a side door of the school, I didn’t see my son. I dashed to his classroom. Didn’t see him. I hurried down to the school office. Didn’t see him. I ran crazily on the campus, searching every possible corner for my son, including boys’ restrooms. Didn’t see him! I had never run so much and so fast in my life, all the air in my lung getting squeezed out, my heart slamming against my rib cage, and cold sweat breaking out all over my body. I called his teacher, only got the answering machine. I called all the emergency contacts I listed for the school. None of them had picked him up. I asked whoever came in my sight whether he/she had seen a 5-year-old stray boy. None of them had any clue. “Where are you, son?” I called his name desperately while running. For passers-by, I must look like a lunatic woman, considering I was still on a pair of 3-inch heels, which were on the verge of breaking off. But I didn’t give a damn what others were thinking about me. I just wanted to find my son, the same way as Angelina in the movie. Minute by minute, my hope was diminishing as each resource had been exhausted. Clouds were hanging even lower and turning darker. With a gust of chilly wind, it started raining heavily. Facing the almost empty school, I couldn’t take it any more; I burst out into tears. When I was roaming in the street with tears and rain running down my face, suddenly I saw Julie’s grandma walking towards me, holding a little boy by the hand. That boy was nobody but my son. He was in his favorite brown heavy jacket with the teddy bear logo embroidery. A white toothpaste stain was still on the left lapel, which I didn’t get time to remove that morning. I flew to him, picked him up and held him tightly with all my strength. He was my dearest teddy bear, safe and sound in mom's arms. Didn’t want to part with him for a nanosecond from that moment on.
It turned out that since I failed to show up on time, my son’s teacher just released him to Julie’s grandma, who was not on the authorized list I’d given to the school. The teacher assumed that since my son and Julie were both from the Chinese families in the same neighborhood and they were also classmates, we should know each other very well. So it was ok to trust my son with Julie’s grandma. What an irresponsible assumption! But I knew I should be blamed much more as an irresponsible mom for this accident. Four years later when I am holding my son watching this heart-wrenching movie, my eyes can’t help welling up. In the movie, Angelina may not be able to see his son coming back alive. I have my son sitting here right next to me. He is a big tall boy now, a bit shy about mom’s affectionate behaviors. However, I still manage to steal a kiss on his nape. He smells sweet, sweaty and warm. He smells like the sun of May to me. He will grow even bigger and taller. He will fly away from me one day. In my heart, he is always that chubby little teddy bear I almost lost years ago, which reminds me from time to time what the real bliss in this world to me is.
电影名字解析 from WiKi Changeling - A changeling is a creature found in Western European folklore and folk religion. It is typically described as being the offspring of a fairy, troll, elf or other legendary creature that has been secretly left in the place of a human child.
Sometimes the term is also used to refer to the child who was taken. The apparent changeling could also be a stock or fetch, an enchanted piece of wood that would soon appear to grow sick and die. The theme of the swapped child is common among medieval literature and reflects concern over infants afflicted by as-then unknown diseases, disorders, or mental retardation. lilac09 07/24/11 |
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