Le Ballon Rouge (1956)

I saw this film as a child after my father died. It was fun, magical, and childishly philosophical to me even though I had no real understanding of the word, "philosophy." I just...understood. The words which I could not fully grasp were symbolism, familial love, and impermanence, but I recognized that there was, indeed, more to the story. It made me cry. It made me confused and sad. It made me yearn for my father.

Today, I found this film, again, and as a man, I still find it fun, magical, and childishly philosophical. And I understand symbolism, familial love, and impermanence just a little more. It still makes me cry; even harder. It still confuses and saddens me. And it makes me yearn for my father even more.

But...I understand what I'm feeling now.