When the Scottish bagpipes sound, the camera glides gracefully over the deep blue mountains like the wings of birds. The white fog rose from the river, then dispersed and the camera zoomed in. People's shadows appeared in the Woods, and the film began. At this moment, a man's voice sounded: "I'll tell you the story of william wallace, and British historians will say that I'm lying, but history was written by those who executed heroes …" At the funeral of his father and brother, Wallace Jr. didn't speak in the pity of everyone, and a person was silently sad. Mullen, who is younger than him, has been staring at him. When everyone left, the little girl broke free from her mother's hand, picked a purple thistle flower from the quiet land and gave it to little Wallace. When he took the flowers, it was the only time I saw his tears dripping from his eyes in the movie. His tears can bear the fear of seeing the pale corpse hanging on the roof and the great grief of losing his loved ones, but they can't bear the care of a wild flower. No matter fate or not, no one can escape each other's fate because of this meeting. When they grew up, they reunited in a small village, got married secretly under the witness of the godfather, and completed the important adult ceremony in the moonlight forest. Everything is logical and very calm. As Wallace wishes, he wants to live a quiet life, get married, marry and have children. I thought their love would last longer and be more vigorous, but I didn't expect their "together" to come to an abrupt end because Mullen was chopped by a British officer.
Wallace, who lost his lover, could never find the possibility of peace. His heart is destined to be a heroic struggle, and his profound belief in freedom makes him a mythical leader. The men I saw in Scotland fought in skirts, provoked naked and insulted the enemy aboveboard. People who sacrifice themselves for others are heroes. After becoming a hero, Wallace fought with his brain and slaughtered with his body to defend his last faith after removing his lover. Life on horseback is thrilling, and the iron and blood in the sword shadow are tender and affectionate. In the clang of metal and bloody battle songs, because of misinformation, betrayal and fragility, the battlefield became a graveyard, with bodies in Scottish skirts pressing each other, full of swords and faces crushed by cavalry hooves. Women are sadly looking for countless similar bodies belonging to their husbands, brothers, sons and fathers, which is infinitely sad and cruel. Some people say that countless lives are buried by layers of sand until they sink into the deepest part of the earth, and all feelings and life disappear together. The price of history is heavy. Human beings use blood to create brilliance and pave the way for peace. Wallace finally went to the bet with death without hesitation. In the process of waiting for death, he said to the princess who loved her, "Everyone will die, but not everyone really lived." When he is alone, he will pray at the last moment in prison before he dies: "I am afraid, give me the strength to face death!" " "Because he doesn't know if he can defend his faith and dignity in great pain. When the British people spit on him as a traitor and cheered for his imminent death, when he saw the children smiling at his death under the execution ground, I knew that ignorance was a great harm. When he was in pain, he took a deep breath at the end of his life. When everyone thought he was begging for mercy, he shouted "freedom" with the power of life. I thought I wouldn't cry as long as I didn't talk. But at that moment, I unconsciously let tears flow down. Ten years ago, many people also shed tears for such a scene. This is a deep shock.
Wallace is dead after all. Bruce, who broke his word twice, took a deep breath at the Scots in front of the battle and shouted, "You used to bleed with Wallace!" " "He drew his sword." Now, please bleed with me! "The highland people in Scotland were excited, and they gave an earth-shattering cry:" Wallace-Wallace-",so they played like a poem, without losing the face of the Scots at all, and won themselves the freedom and victory that Wallace also believed in and pursued.
The sword that appeared in Wallace's hands for countless times was inserted in a large green space, and the red ribbon on the hilt fluttered until the end of the film, just like the epitaph of the winner.
When the Scottish bagpipes sounded again, I couldn't keep calm. Brave hearts are as rare as heroes.
I believe that movies are living art. But life is a more real and naked movie. At least in my heart, he is still a classic.