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Forrest Gump - Film Review

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A man named Forrest Gump narrates his life story to strangers who sit next to him on a bench. He grew up in Greenbow, Alabama and he was raised by his mother. Due to a curved spine, Forrest had to wear leg braces as a child. Many people look down on him because of his low IQ. On the school bus, he meets Jenny, who lets him sit beside her. They become best friends and Jenny defends him against bullies. Forrest's leg braces fall off as he runs from a group of taunting boys. 

When Jenny and Forrest grow up, they lead polar opposite lives. The abuse Jenny suffered in her childhood at the hands of her father, inflicted wounds that followed her like a shadow. Forrest's love for her never wavers and he hopes to be reunited with her. Throughout his life, Forrest has unknowingly  influenced key historical events and served as an inspiration for many. 

People often refer to Forrest as 'stupid'. Because of his gullibility and lack of worldliness, few take him seriously. Forrest himself says he's "not a smart man." But while listening to him narrate his life story, one sees that he isn't stupid in the slightest. It's his untainted and straightforward view of the world that brings forth a depth and wisdom to his character. 

Forrest's unwavering loyalty, patience and hope teach others to always have faith. Even when a situation seems hopeless. He kept his promise to Bubba and supported Lieutenant Dan. That shows sincerity and courage. Forrest didn't let his disability deter him. No matter how often he was brought down and teased. Everyone has value and our differences are beautiful. Forrest's wisdom lies in his ability to marvel at the elementary. And that makes him a smart man, in my opinion. 






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