When Jamie reached out to Ste, I started to take this movie seriously. And the movie is almost over. Two young teenagers danced in the warm sunshine. The teenager's mother Sandra and the black girl Lila also went downstairs to join the dance. Passersby looked sideways. The camera danced up and down with the shoulders of the two of them, and the sunlight flashed across their young cheeks, flashing a colorful halo. I suddenly felt dizzy. Such a scene is so beautiful and so complete that it makes people feel sad.
Sandra is Jamie's mother. When she found out that her son was a gay, she was sad, she was sad, but she finally forgave his son. The mother and son finally held their heads and wept. When facing her friend, Sandra just said lightly: "I will never have a grandson anymore." This kind of pretentious ease is more heart-stringing than crying. I can feel the helpless compromise of Sandra as a woman and a mother. This is a compromise of fate and the fulfillment of love. His son said that he and Ste are very happy together, and she fulfilled this happiness. Jamie asked her if he was an unfilial son, and she replied yes. However, when she knew that her son was gay, she told her lover that her son was the cutest child in Bermuda. Yes, she may not be a qualified supporter. Sandra has never seen her mother. But she learned to love her son in life. When she quarreled with her lover, she said: "I was by his side when the little friend hit him; I was by his side when people were talking about him; I only had three cents in my wallet, and the refrigerator was empty. At the time, I robbed for that child!" Hearing this conversation, my throat was a little blocked. I don't know what kind of feeling is needed to make a woman do something like robbery. This Sandra would like an inexplicable painter. She smokes, drinks, and speaks foul language, but everything can be forgiven based on the above dialogue. She is a respectable mother.
This movie was ranked No. 1 among the top 10 lgbt movies of the 1990s selected by the American "Entertainment Weekly" in 2001. Its victory, I think, lies in its emotional innocence. The two children dreamtly and sincerely yearned for each other, and cautiously tested each other. First love is really far away from us. But when we think of our first love, we may suddenly discover that our relationship was once so simple. Our love has also been so dazzling, like a dance under the sun.
