乡下姑娘

     The moment I finished the movie Suburban Girl, I had the strong impulse to write down my feelings. This seemingly ordinary movie had actually stricken my chord.     But chances were that I could only repose my impulse after the lengthy exam, in the condition that my Marxist Philosophy was still waiting to be streamlined. All in all, I was trapped in the dilemma of following my heart or fighting for the drill. Still, my heart could never repose with the plot, the sentiment and the subtlety.     Is it true that all girls want to rely on mature men? I don’t know for sure. Normally, people may relate the inferior girl to a stereotype of a snob hunting for wealth and fame, yet I can tell the subtle sentiment rooted in every little girl’s heart, i.e. instead of being financially dependent, they are psychologically dependent on the elder soul mentor.     Brett is an ambitious, beautiful and promising young book vice editor, she aspires for a substantial change for her placid life. She falls for Archie, the man who offers timely help when she is in trouble, the man who coaches her to be a shrewd “workaholic”, the man who makes her better… He is definitely a little girl’s soul mentor.     Will Brett be the life companion of Archie? The thought span on my mind as the movie proceeds. Is there such thing as generation gap, or status and background gap? The doubts fade away when the movie comes to an end. I was somehow moved to tears. Words failed to express my sentiment. Hope, delusion, disillusion all jostle together in my mind. Or maybe, just maybe, remaining silence is the best policy since the movie is such a sympathetic one to me.     Soul mentor or life companion? That‘s the question never easy to deal with. Being infatuated with the one you admire, the one you love could have otherwise been unforgettable.