I first fell for this movie because of a laughable misunderstanding. Now I still love it for its true beautifulness and grace.
I'm a Chinese. In 1993, after graduating from a college, I went to work for a company in a city only minutes north of HongKong. At the time, my English was not good enough for me to fully enjoy English movies. I have to use a lot of guessing to fill in the blanks. One night "Stealing Home" was on a HongKong movie channel. I wasn't very interested during the first half and often switched to other channels for a while. For that reason and my not-so-good English, I thought Jodie Foster was the guy's older sister.
Then the story started to grab me and made me put down the remote. Then they made love! Wow ! You may imagine how shocked I was to see the supposed brother and sister have sex. But in fact it wasn't very hard for me to quickly make sense of their intimacy -- there is a special bond between them, they are both at the rock bottom of life, and only have each other in the whole damn world. I felt it was something that I'd never do (I don't have a sister, so don't call me a pervert), but in a way understandable and even quite brave if the characters are in extreme situations. I remember saying to myself:"The director must be a genius who truly understands human emotions." Years later, I came to U.S. and rented the movie from a Blockbuster. After knowing that Jodie Foster was just the guy's baby-sitter, I didn't regret a bit for ever loving the movie for the wrong reason. Many beautiful scenes, such as Jodie Foster smokes while driving, and the mom cries while watching the home video, will stay with me forever.
BTW, there is actually an amazing movie captured the kind of special bond and even intimacy between a brother and a sister--- The Dreamers. And the director, Bernardo Bertolucci, is widely hailed as a movie genius. Well, that makes me feel better. LOL.
I'm a Chinese. In 1993, after graduating from a college, I went to work for a company in a city only minutes north of HongKong. At the time, my English was not good enough for me to fully enjoy English movies. I have to use a lot of guessing to fill in the blanks. One night "Stealing Home" was on a HongKong movie channel. I wasn't very interested during the first half and often switched to other channels for a while. For that reason and my not-so-good English, I thought Jodie Foster was the guy's older sister.
Then the story started to grab me and made me put down the remote. Then they made love! Wow ! You may imagine how shocked I was to see the supposed brother and sister have sex. But in fact it wasn't very hard for me to quickly make sense of their intimacy -- there is a special bond between them, they are both at the rock bottom of life, and only have each other in the whole damn world. I felt it was something that I'd never do (I don't have a sister, so don't call me a pervert), but in a way understandable and even quite brave if the characters are in extreme situations. I remember saying to myself:"The director must be a genius who truly understands human emotions." Years later, I came to U.S. and rented the movie from a Blockbuster. After knowing that Jodie Foster was just the guy's baby-sitter, I didn't regret a bit for ever loving the movie for the wrong reason. Many beautiful scenes, such as Jodie Foster smokes while driving, and the mom cries while watching the home video, will stay with me forever.
BTW, there is actually an amazing movie captured the kind of special bond and even intimacy between a brother and a sister--- The Dreamers. And the director, Bernardo Bertolucci, is widely hailed as a movie genius. Well, that makes me feel better. LOL.
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