The boundary of the world lies in the path you choose. Think of Schrodinger's cat. The viewer determines the nature of the event. Whoever said it, all the choices formed ourselves.
Countless movies (superheroes, science fiction, popcorn, politics, love) have hinted that our world is infinite. The darkest to the brightest, the territory is vast and boundless. The roads are intricate, the story structure is complicated, the expressions of the crowd are different, and the air and dust smell of phantoms. There is even music. This became clear in the 007 movie. The world is not enough is not only the family motto of Sir James Bond, but even the name of one of the films in the series. Remember Sophie Marceau and the Turkish oil crisis? Yes, that's it.
But there are occasional exceptions. Sometimes movies tell us that the world is so narrow, so small that it is not worth mentioning than death. Your dream can't fit in, so you have to throw it away.
For Harry Brown, the world is just his wife and his friends. Hospitals, bars, and homes. The morning in South London was humid and quiet, and there were occasional screams or two. But it's none of his business, because this is outside of his world.
One day, his world fell apart. Of course, this is a movie, and people must first learn to disillusion.
2. Politics
All superheroes are rightists. One day I suddenly remembered this sentence.
If Superman is rooted in Nietzsche's philosophy, then all his imitations in the future will be conservatives. The two worlds of justice and evil were simply divided, and then swallowed each other. The classic duality is like the resurrected Zoroastrianism. It's so simple, the heroes stand before you, stand before the weak, like an ice wall, like a knife, like a miracle. Just like the Lionheart and the heretics. Maoists and Trotskyists. Nazis and fallen Jews.
All you make is choice.
In the watchman, Rorschach wrote in his diary: The body of a dog appeared in the alley in the morning and was run over by a tire. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its real face, and the street is just another kind of drain. And blood was flowing in the drain. When the drain is finally destroyed, all the villains will drown. The accumulated crimes of their sex and murder will drown them. All the bitches and politicians will yell up: Help and I will say quietly: No, now the world is standing on the edge of a cliff. Looking at the doomsday under the cliff, all the liberals, intellectuals, and those who can speak, suddenly did not know what to say. The city below me is like a slaughterhouse full of screaming mentally handicapped children. Adultery and sin are everywhere at night.
Weak liberals believe in human nature and ignore the truth of the world—Schmidt seems to have said something similar. Only a unified power can protect the people and protect the world. So someone said: a nation, a political party, and a leader.
This is very vivid and very real. Think about America after 9/11. When the chaos and margins of the world could not be understood by people, the common people had no choice but to seek protection from the super people.
When my world was destroyed, Harry Brown took up the gun. He doesn't need anyone's shelter, like a hero. He is the glory of some kind of old empire: the Marines, serving in Ireland (who would think of Bloody Sunday). Cruel and powerful but old.
In the gloomy old days of London, right-leaning heroes kept hunting and killing those people. They are evil, arrogant, depraved, and sick. There are even homosexual acts. It's like a familiar manga is staged in a realistic scene.
At this time, a group of ideological oppositions appeared in the movie, which made it impossible to ignore.
Young-old, chaotic-lawful, sinful-innocent, anarchic-conservative,
isn't it obvious? In the
riot near the end, drug dealers, bad boys and gangs faced Looking at the seemingly weak shields of the police, the Molotov cocktail in their hands drew a shining arc. Didn’t you doubt it a little bit?
3. Common People
I am curious sometimes, if it wasn't for your old friend who was stabbed to death. If the house and rights are taken away by someone, they are insulted and abused, detained and ridiculed. What is defended is trampled, and what is believed is destroyed. So what will you do.
The world will always be like this, gloomy, turbulent, and incomplete. No difference from South London. "As long as there is a choice, people will not live here," said the policeman in the movie. But people have no choice, Harry Brown has no choice, and neither do we.
He eats two slices of bread and drinks a cup of tea every morning. I like to play chess. When my friend is still alive, he will play against him every afternoon. He had chronic emphysema. After the death of his friend, he took revenge and developed emphysema during the chase. After all, he was still an old man, he fell to the ground and watched the murderer escape. Can only pant, throw the gun into the water.
To be honest, the quality of this movie is really average. Michael Cain played well, but the film’s emotional and rhythmic inaccuracies led to the weakening of the final climax. Fortunately, it told an interesting story that attracted me. This story is only about a person fighting for his world.
For his ruined world. Fight for disillusionment.
The world is how we look at it, a place of fantasy. Let us return to that question, your world is destroyed, what will you do?
Not everyone dared to kill six policemen. It depends on your bottom line.
But if that day really comes, those arrogant people, are you ready to run away?
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