Also, those magic carrots.
I've been out of time for some reason recently and have read it again. When I saw it, I was terrified.
My cautious, low-key, throbbing heart, which was stubbornly suppressed in the ordinary life that was indistinguishable from hundreds of millions of people, was pulled by every thrilling twist of Clive Owen.
To be honest, I hate carrots the most. But the turnip in Shoot 'Em Up is the turnip that can pull the trigger after Clive Owen's ten fingers are cut off. It's not the thousands of shredded and fried radishes we usually have on a white plate.
Those identical radishes were radiated by the sun in the vast fields, absorbing water and trying to grow, and finally, together with many identical radishes, they were sold by identical vegetable farmers to identical kitchens.
I felt like one of those thousands of unremarkable turnips. My life is as plain as a lot of people. Clive Owen's roaring gunshots were more than a Pacific Ocean away.
Prostitutes and bodyguards have sex under a hail of bullets. One shot knocked out the sanctimonious MP and jumped out of the plane. These are pictures we don't imagine right now. Maybe in sleep we will dream that we will see our turnips. It's like a childhood fantasy.
Watch this movie. To be honest, the action scenes are rather rough. The protagonist is also the kind of person who can't be killed. Every time in a desperate situation, there will be an unexpected escape that everyone expected. The swear words burst out in foul language. Very rough, action, violent, and visually easy to forget film.
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