Deadly ID.....Director's molestation

Myrl 2022-04-20 09:01:23

I have always known that this is not a supernatural film, so when the film progresses to the point where all the corpses have disappeared, I firmly believe that the director's long-planned stalk will not be so clumsy as the soul of the mass grave. But the title of the film once made me think that Identity is the house number of 10 hotel guest officers (actually 11 people in total) who accidentally met at the motel on the side of the state highway in the torrential rain. They will meet on this rainy night because of a car accident, and then die in the countdown according to the house number they hold in their hands. It became a fatal ID.

Apparently I was caught in the Chinese title translation trick. In fact, the correct solution of Identity is - identity, not as simple as a number plate. The existence and death of the guest officials all come from the mental imagination of a fat man. They are all fat man's avatars. Behind them are the same fat man who was abused since childhood and full of resentment. They represent the privileged class (actress) who has had ugly money deals with their father or mother, the fat man's father (Lou) who is extremely irresponsible to his family, the messy, lying young fat mother (Ginny). , representing the chaotic demon king (the murderer of the serial murder case) who influenced the growth of the fat man, the fake police officer (Cop), the shrinking fat man's father No. The pessimistic stepfather (Timmy's stepfather), the kind fat man himself (used to be the handsome cop Ed), the evil little fat man (Timmy), and the fat man's middle and late mother (a prostitute who wants to change her course and go home to grow oranges).

Two-thirds of the way through the film, this terrifying rainy night with only 4 survivors left, came to an abrupt end because the fat man was pulled back to reality by psychiatrists and judges, and I immediately relaxed a lot. I thought to myself that handsome Ed is the murderer, and he is the incarnation of the dead fat man. (I deduced from his previous mention of his occasional Blackout and his conversation with the AIDS woman who jumped off the building). I didn't expect this to be far from the climax of the director's plan, and then the film immediately turned around: Fatty once again fell into the spiritual world in front of the doctor and everyone, and continued to promote the rainy night of slaughter... until everyone died one by one, leaving only the most A kind-hearted prostitute classmate, escaped from the terrifying motel... Drive a car to her hometown full of oranges.

The film pulls back into the real world of Fatty again. The psychiatrist is triumphant, believing that his well-planned treatment plan is completely successful, and at the same time, he uses the mental patient's defense position to help Fatty to clear his crime----the doctor killed Fatty with a split personality. 9 of them, leaving a kind-hearted her, so that the perverted fat man can finally live a normal life. On the way to escort Fatty to the mental sanatorium, Fatty fainted: The prostitute classmate who washed his hands in a golden basin was earnestly digging soil for the orange tree in his sunny hometown, when little Timmy appeared and said coldly, whore doesn't have the second chance ...then raised his hoe with a ghastly face... So

far, all 10 identities have died, and the only one who survived is little Timmy... Fatty's split was finally cured. His return to the world is unified, decisive, and downright evil. The psychiatrist is strangled at the hands of a fat man controlled by a demon, paying the price for his own, failed treatment plan....

the acclaimed psychological film. Really very very beautiful. There are almost no flaws, and the details are properly arranged, meticulous and unmarked. I am quite sure that while we were watching this film, the director was smiling behind his back from beginning to end: this is indeed an unpredictable suspense, but when do we exclaim, when do we suddenly realize, when do we fall back into Confused, he seemed to have counted everything.

Even though he was so arrogant and proud, we felt as if we had been naughty and molested by our sweetheart, and we were full of joy and hearty.

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Identity quotes

  • Rhodes: You got a name?

    Paris: Paris.

    Rhodes: Paris, huh? I'll get it.

    [Gets chips from vending machine]

    Rhodes: Never been.

    Paris: Well, you ain't goin' tonight.

  • Larry: I'm sor- we don't rent rooms by the hour.

    Paris: [Sarcastic] Oh. Funny.