Perhaps later went astray, at the beginning is beautiful, magnificent life, the end of the curtain is also a pity. So did the old man, so did Kodak. The father figure was the original, but the photographer was Steve McCurry, who did the final Kodachrome film, the great deeds and the final credits. The color of the film is indeed the same as that of Kodachrome. The dark part is dead black, and the overall color is magenta. It is particularly good for yellow, and it is relatively restrained for turquoise. I burst into tears as photographers lined the road to see him off. That's the greatest professional reward one can receive, and the hero of It's A Beautiful Life receives a colleague's pen with similar courtesy. But no matter what career is, the greatest achievement in a person's life is still his children, the greatest enjoyment is still the family. Satisfaction in life, can have both?

Another standard "forgiveness" movie, which begins and ends with a reconciliation between father and son. This part achieves the self-cognition on the initiative to reject and accept. The refusal of initiative is very clear from the very beginning. And the most important part of "reconciliation" is their own recognition, rather than others' comfort or various forms of ideological compromise. Until the father fell ill in bed and regretted that he had not lived a good life with his son, the son did not say a word of forgiveness and was still surprised that his father entrusted his photography exhibition to him after his father passed away. Looking back on what should have been a beautiful relationship and putting down the high wall, my son chose to forgive but to understand, to understand his career as a photographer, and to face the truth and put down the hatred in his heart. As for the relationship between the son and the female escort, the impact point setting is very good when the later female escort reveals that her ex-husband is unable to stay with him because of her infidelity, and whether the emotional specificity is also a parallel point of contention, but the end does not deal with this problem. Songs with lots of music without being too much.

3.5 Salvage the lost time and our memories. The last ten minutes are truly tearful, as the photographer stares at his subjects, each of whom has his own gaze. I remembered that after my father died, I found his treasured film, which we took together in my kindergarten. At that time, I entrusted him to visit me, but I forgot the details. Anyway, there were only two of us, or he took me. I miss him this fucking moment!