How much time allotted to us to life? What we should do in this life good to remember our long journey for many, not dissolved in this world, but remained in people's minds, like one tiny letters, but an interesting one page long book. The question being, a matter of time, attitude of everyone who walks on this earth. Everyone chooses their own way, which is already too late to do it. Correct this way, or not, decides the man himself. The man - vehicle of hope, an individual, not like the others, is always different. We choose how to achieve victory. We have met their needs, interests and tastes. We are looking at the stars, literally from the bottom, and marveled their wondrous beauty. "My God, how beautiful" - we say. "Is there life on these small, emitting glitter points?". We have a sense in which the principal place of our actions. Feelings that can attract the good, and repel bad. Love and hate.
Love? What a great word love. When you hear it, you want almost immediately to say something, but most often, my throat is dry, and the man falls into a reverie. "Whom do I love? Those who gave me life "- that's what I think will answer all of you in the first place. The people who created you. People who were happy with your first steps and first achievements ... Parents. They are all.
The young and very rowdy-dowdy boy named Dito, a small, but quite a criminal district of New York. He did not particularly different from all the people. But on that it wants to stop the view in the picture, which shows us the director. Dito, just as we all have parents, has friends, girlfriend, pocket money. What else is needed for happiness usual, does not pretend to something more teens? Responsibility for all those around Dito very developed within it. He knows what is friendship, family, relatives. But life is very tricky and unpredictable, you never know what is expected of her to wait ...
Feelings Dito, throughout the action, begin to fade, somewhere to disappear, disappear. The number of problems, which in life is unavoidable, cover very much, that he acquired over the years. Something dies inside him, something is born. But until the last frame of this little life fit into a hundred minutes, showed us inside the viewer will burn the hope, that extinguished flame inside Dito, will light up again. Ogonek, whose name - conscience. Ogonyok, once extinct, can be more effort to try to light again, great effort, heart and soul.
This realistic, sensual and saturated with a lot of sense the story gave us Dito Montel. This story is about him. About the fact that he survived. The history that survived by his parents, friends. People who themselves have experienced action and which reproduce them in his own movie, does better than anyone else can show them. With every minute the story deeper and deeper takes the viewer into the depths. Montel does not try to bring the usual things with sharp editing, effects, music. It is quite out of place.
The film is imbued with feelings, emotions, feelings. These are the main components of the story which can teach each of us something new, perhaps not yet clear. Open your eyes to the core values in our lives. Help never falter from the mistakes of others, and assimilate them, and try to remember never to commit.
Who in our lives parents? Perhaps this question Dito Montel raises a fundamental question in the film. It is easy, and most importantly affordable way trying to convey the relationship between parents and children. Show that it is in childhood, we make many mistakes, as always somewhere in a hurry. A lot do not know much want to get, but nothing to lose. Childhood - the most expressive phase of human life. It is the easiest, most peaceful, happy, carefree. But even as a child, you can destroy something you do not forgive himself until the very end of his life.
Throw yourself, throw their relatives. At an early age to close their eyes to the many unresolved problems, conflicts, disputes, disagreements. Running much looking eyes. Running to find peace, and create a permanent concern and anguish to his parents. Parents who from the very beginning of your life together with you built from tiny actions, decisions and wishes of a small ship. The ship on which they once wanted to imprison you, and let go with the longest river, full of adventure, love and happiness. River, which is called life. That rough, then quiet. And the dirty and clean.
And God forbid, all of us, dare to throw their loved ones, away for a long time in the shade, and only after many years, to hear the telephone is painfully familiar, quiet, and very excited voice:
"Hello dear. You do not know? That's me. Your mom ... "