It was only after I came into contact with the genius Quentin Tarantino that I knew what the aesthetics of violence was, especially after watching "Kill Bill", a classic work of violence called beauty by film critics, I suddenly realized that violence can also be so moving. It's good-looking, when the sword rises and the sword falls, the blood spurting out of the chest is like a red glow in the sky, and the bits and pieces on the front of the clothes are like peach blossoms. Blowing the sand and walking the stone will also inevitably include desert castles, white horses, and of course, sexy and alert beauties and smart and strong handsome guys. The brutal pursuit has become a visual full-fledged feast. Every fatal blow is so chic and elegant, and death is a mustard-like taste, bringing exciting pleasure and comfort. Death is already something that does not need to be thought about. People are like ants and light as a feather. In fact, retrospectively, Chinese martial arts novels, especially the style of Gu Long, should be the representative of violent aesthetics. I was once crazy about such "aesthetics", and even felt that I was the protagonist, and I could do whatever I want, and act as a chivalrous person. Therefore, purely violent films such as "Sin City" and "Chainsaw" vigorously promote violence in the name of aesthetics. The same is true of a large number of online killing games. This influence gradually makes people fall into a violent consciousness: mercy is only reserved for the weak, and cruelty is the armor of the strong.
The black bloodstains of the 5.12 earthquake, the brutality on the streets of Xinjiang on 7.5, and the dying cry of thieves on Youku, made me realize again and again what real violence is. In fact, violence and death have nothing to do with aesthetics at all. The process of violence is only the destruction of human nature, but the noise of animal nature. The result is the destruction of beauty, and even the complete despair of beauty.
"Death Speed" has the eye-catching elements of violent death speed beauties fighting for many movies. The humorous thing is that the time of the title's explanation is in the future. Maybe the director has foreseen that the human beings in the future will be more maddened by his violent consciousness. Although the story of revenge in the name of love is actually just an endorsement of extreme killing and destruction, and a propaganda of the limits of violence, isn’t the propaganda of violence a pervert? This used to be a very high and manly scene that made me pursue, but now I can't accept it. It seems that the stench from the gutter makes me nauseous and I just want to vomit. The virtual future also terrifies me. Can humans really do this? Is this allowed to exist? Maybe it's always been there, just like the murderer in captivity in the film, violence is just a beast that some perverts keep in captivity.
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