Obviously, this is a Hollywood movie with sincere political appeals, otherwise it would be impossible for so many big names to collectively brainstorm and starring in this boring and boring movie. Don’t you see, the worst life of the general public under the capitalist social order is probably the one played by Bell. Individual struggles cannot be more thorough and decisive than Bell. It’s just that we are happy to get a little reward from self-struggling. Looking for self-paralysis in the middle, contented with wishingly constructing the value of self-existence from the pitiful food of capitalists. More directly, our life is not as bad or as bad as Bell. At least our government has not hypocritically emphasized racial equality, and then promoted the once humble alien to a member of the ruling class and witnessed us with our rule of law. The shabby, the woman who robbed us, had dinner with us and finally patted the ass and walked away innocently. Having said that, the settings of black girlfriends and police officers are really sulking the white trash.
It is a pity that the language of the film did not use more space to show its deep political intentions, but to tell the story as old-fashioned and can no longer be old-fashioned, and can no longer be depressed. But this may also be the brilliance of the main creation. The vulgar story may be more qualified to represent a kind of enduring life essence and to illuminate the social grotesque that we ignore. It's just that viewers who have been brainwashed by Hollywood and blindly pursue adrenal pleasure now have a hard time having the mood and time to grieve. In this sense, the main creators do not have a spoon-feed to feed the public who are willing to soak in warm water, and the public who watch movies and have fun do not have the deep helpless compassion of Jin Gang's eyes to recognize the film.
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