In the live broadcast from the prison, Mickey's face took up most of the shot, saying: "In my eyes, you are not human, you are apes, you are media people, you sell fear and spread violence. Killing is pure, you let it be become impure.” This article does not discuss whether murder is pure or not; as for the original sin of the media, there is no ability to deny or refute it.
You can see the constantly switching scenes in the movie, from the innocent faces of children, to the childlike Coke commercials, to the pleas at the trial scene, to the skaters wrestling on the sports field, to the police officers being interviewed, to the shaking documents The camera lens, to the constantly muted soap opera, to the flashback of blood plasma and breasts, to the beautiful natural scenery... Some large and small interspersed clips are integrated into the plot, and some are just to render the atmosphere of confusion and madness, and what he imitates is actually Everyone's experience of constantly pressing the "Channel +" button in front of the TV.
A moment of pure joy, a moment of blood and fury, a moment of romance and warmth, and a moment of darkness and gloom. In an era when television dominates the media, the audience's emotions are pulsating in the switching of shots counted in seconds.
The ideals of the media people are gone. You critically report on the madness and cruelty of a pair of male and female robbers, and the audience, moved by the blood and love, cheered them on the street as idols' names. You're in prison trying to expose the fragility and fragmentation of a murderer's logic, and his comrades use it as a platform to start a riot. You expose violent and bloody events, you think you are providing the truth to the world, and you think you are speeding up the change and development of this country - but the kind people are cowardly, the young people are imitating the different, and the people who are criticized can't escape the pressure of public opinion. Start solving the problem. You make a movie to expose the original sin of the media, you know, the most memorable part of this movie, aside from the unprovoked killing, is their blood-red wedding.
The director is ironic, his work is still attracting seduced audiences, and the scale has faded irony into praise. Praise is a deeper irony.
Near the end of the film, Mr. reporter was shot in front of the camera. His value as a human being is less than that of a camera, providing more stimulating sensory information to the audience.
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