【電影觀感】- Changeling 換子疑雲 by lilac09
這個電影已經聽說了很久了，一直在糾結要不要看。 一個媽媽丟失孩子的故事；一個孩子找回來是假的，卻被腐敗的LAPD警察局逼迫承認是真的，要不就送到精神病醫院，電療水擊的故事；而自己的孩子卻被一個變態殺人魔王綁架，很可能殺害的故事；一個一直到最後孩子都沒有回來的故事；對做媽媽的人來說，這每一項都是一個沉重的不能再沉重的故事.而最要命的是這些還不是導演嘩眾取寵瞎編出的故事。這是發生在上世紀二十年代的LA的真事。 導演伊斯特伍德寶刀不老，老牛仔在他不裉色的英雄夢裏，用自我意識和頑強的道德感對抗著這個混亂墮落、幾乎讓他無法理解的世界. 安吉麗娜·朱莉的在本片裏的表現已經不能用精彩來形容了。就從表演上看，小家碧玉的詹妮弗·安妮斯頓和她簡直不是一個數量級的，安吉麗娜的氣場太強大了，也難怪布拉德·皮特會被她牽著鼻子走。:) 昨天看完短路大俠在中壇放的這個電影，已是午夜，心潮起伏，難以成眠, 一大早起來，結合自己的故事, 趁熱打鐵胡亂寫個了觀感 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.
電影名字解析 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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