Brief introduction to the story of beautiful war

First, racial prejudice: the story of two Bosnians of Croatian Asian and Serbian origin who never gave up fighting. ※.

Second, racial differences: the story of Bosnian refugee Pelo and doctor Bao Xue who ignored racial barriers and fell in love and killed each other. ※.

Third, family disputes: the family problems of obstetrician Modi and refugee Ismail. ※.

Fourth, ethnic disharmony: the story of Griffin, a football fan, changing his life because of his mistakes. ※.

Fifth, career crisis: the story of British BBC reporter Jerry, who was injured for some reason and almost collapsed. ※.

London, 1993.

In the World Cup qualifiers, England vs Holland, and fans from England and Holland gathered in the streets of England. The disintegration of Yugoslavia produced a large number of refugees pouring into Europe, which collided with the local peaceful welfare society. Croatia and Serbia tried to raze each other to the ground, and the war produced a disturbing news photo: Romeo and Juliet in Sarajevo.

Ladies-beautiful war.

A middle-class family like a specimen has a decadent, drug-addicted son who grabs money and drugs to form a clique and publicizes poor young people who refuse to surrender to the rules; The doctor who separated from his wife had a big fight with his wife over the children. His female patient timidly tugged at the corner of his clothes and told him that he wanted to have an abortion. Illegal immigrants met a beautiful girl in the hospital and entered her upper class with cloth clothes. The reporter of Tribune witnessed cutting off a leg with a saw without anesthesia in the war zone between Croats and Serbs-he witnessed the pain of war and shattered his belief in civilized society.

It is by switching four clues in turn that the story structure of the film is developed rigorously and concisely, and four originally rich and plain families encounter war, blood and death without any precautions, and change.

A young drug addict strayed into the peacekeeping force and woke up to find himself in a war zone. A child asked him if he was American, and more people were silently picking up the daily necessities dropped by air. He smiled: What an interesting party! Turning over and going to sleep, gunshots rang out and the little boy around him was blown up. Boom, boom, in the rush of life and death, he knew that war was a leg that had been sawed off without anesthesia, the eyes of a child who could never see the light again, and a drop of warm blood on a loose warhead would explode at his feet, and it came from a person who was still warm-when he came home, his forehead was still covered with blood and he was holding a child who had lost the light.

We often need other people's sufferings to set off our happiness, and then, ordinary life suddenly opens up and the meaning of life-so strange-appears.

The doctor patiently persuaded the patient and his wife to give birth to the child. The husband stammered, "But the child is not mine, but it is their wedding video on the screen. In the black-and-white lens, the bride is as beautiful as an ancient Greek fairy, and the white wedding dress and petals are fluttering in the wind. " Suddenly very tired. What's he trying to say? An extramarital affair story, the child is not his, so he has no right to live? I was tired of it until he said bitterly that a soldier raped her ... Oh, I gasped and came back stunned. How innocent my life is, being torn and trampled so sharply! And the extremely gentle and holy harmony sounded, as if to comfort every painful heart: don't cry, don't cry. ...

The refugee struggled among the upper classes. He said he wanted to go to the bathroom. The upper class is as embarrassed as being slapped. Tell him: I'm sorry to bother you; But his beautiful little girlfriend stared at his house and said word for word, but when we went to the bathroom, she told him to fuck off. The two would rather enjoy love in the refugee area, but the shouts of arresting people at the entrance of the immigration office are endless. He explained lightly: It's her turn today. -How about tomorrow? He just has no tomorrow.

From chaos to her adventure from aristocratic background, it is the salvation of vulgar life; And pure and white, she is sunshine, air, wheat and water to him, and it is the tranquility of exile that makes him stop.

The reporter returned to Britain from the battlefield where he fought death at close range, and found that his filming was only used by politicians. The scene of war still burns in his mind. He wants to cut off his leg, not cry of conscience, but everyone says you will be fine. You will eventually forget all this-if conscience is the source of pain, then sleep, his conscience and mine!

Russell said that there are three stages in life: young people's thirst for knowledge, young people's thirst for love, and old people's overwhelming sympathy for human beings-I am not old, but I always feel the pain in movies. Because of sympathy, so the same pain? But I also know that once the movie is over, I forget everything. Dancing and running like that reporter will eventually choose to forget. My touch can only exist for such a moment, which is really frustrating and surprising.

The last round of switching: drug addicts found the meaning and belief of life in the suffering children, and they had to be saved; The refugee married the daughter of a high-class person, although he embarrassed civilized society with his self-report of shooting people at the wedding; The doctor helped the patient give birth to a child, and his child sang and laughed as if the world were a whole; The tragic journalist finally returned to the normal society ... Can we say that we have healed the wounds of the war?

The suffering of others can reflect our happiness, but don't overdo it, and don't put too many peppers in a plate of food that can't be swallowed-we look at the colorful endings and turn a blind eye to the ongoing war.

However, when the couple left the hospital, they were light all the way, and the carefree lens and warm singing were wonderful together. Those street teenagers, excited fans and indifferent beggars flew by. They were so rich, smart and interesting. Looking up, the leaves full of new green are dancing in the music like singing, full, powerful and enthusiastic-I suddenly remembered a poem and changed it to the interpretation of this movie.

War gives us pain, but we use it to find happiness.