Film Review of Jasmine Blossom

I left out most of the description of the movie plot, leaving only my own direct feelings about the movie. Mo in the 1930s. Sally in the fifties. Flowers of the eighties. Buried in the bones is the tenacity of life, hatred and indifference to everything. Like an empty city, everything revolves around the emotional twists and turns of three generations of single women. Has nothing to do with the outside world. They all stick to their own judgments on life and face life and everything calmly and sharply. Mo changed from a simple girl to a woman who hates life. Sally once wanted to leave her mother and this gloomy and lifeless home. The power of flowers highlights the independence of women. The film is based on the lives of three generations of women, and the picture is dull and slightly boring. Interpreting my life in a thatched cottage in Shanghai's old streets, there is a huge inner fluctuation hidden under the bland surface. Life is short, but it is only a moment when flowers bloom. From the bud in bud, to the incomparable brilliance, and then to the gradual shrinkage and water loss before withering. Finally withered, there is no trace. Flowers bloom not for grandstanding, but for themselves. The fate of the three women is intertwined, with a certain gloomy color.

The film gives the impression of being calm and decisive. It seems that my emotions are brought into the story bit by bit and fluctuate with it. Suicide, betrayal, no news, loneliness, the true colors of Shanghai run through everything. The difference between the tenacity in Flower Bone and Mo and Li is that this tenacity does not contain repression, but it is precisely the strength and calmness of women in an era. From the beginning of flowers, it is not black, only gray-black. Flowers don't keep men, refuse to divorce, and ask for nothing. This difference is different from many women who stay because of love. She just wants to have this baby. She and her lover's children. The loneliness and pain that fate gave her were borne by herself. The same room, an old apartment with a semi-circular balcony. She is dependent on her soon-to-be-born child.

She went to the hospital alone for a prenatal examination and a prenatal education. Such isolation is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Three o'clock at midnight, rainy night. She suddenly felt that she was going to have a baby. She ran downstairs alone, with an umbrella in her right hand and a backpack in her left. Running in the empty street and calling for a taxi. The city seems to be dead, leaving only a helpless woman about to give birth. Such a picture makes people shudder. She fell down and shouted, but no one answered. Sitting on the ground with difficulty, taking out the bandage bag with trembling hands and giving birth in the heavy rain. A full face of rain, sweat and tears. This despair is like acupuncture. Her face is full of despair and complaints, even hatred for the man who left her. Despair filled her soul. It was not until she heard the child crying that she began to smile and forgot the pain.

A woman's body is the channel of life and the container to bring her children into this world. They breastfeed and give with their bodies. Finally, only wrinkles, scars and traces of time are left. See every cruelty left by time on the body. Give up all your youth and beauty for a child. Even give up the happiness that men love. The woman held the child in her arms, kissed the child's cheek with her lips and closed her eyes slightly. They think this is the greatest happiness in the world. Desperate for this. Because having children, women are not afraid of getting old.

Men have no say in this movie.