Let’s talk about the audience’s assumptions first: the criminal has committed a crime and people feel that they have to do it. The protagonist tries his best to help. No matter what the outcome is, he is a good person without any ideological burden.
This play: Two prisoners, one looks gentle and elegant (the protagonist), the other looks rogue, because the victim's family's "eyes that will surely be killed" lure the prisoner into action. The protagonist tries his best to get close to the prisoner, give humane care, and gain the prisoner's trust, but he gives an indifferent back (in fact, writing a book and becoming famous). But no matter how utilitarian he is, he cannot leave his feelings aside. The protagonist realizes that he is the same as the prisoner, and he is entangled with himself in the mirror.
Lines: I feel like we all grew up in a big house, but when we grow up, one goes out the back door, and then one goes out the front door.
It's just that the path taken is different, and the ending is doomed, but the deep-rooted source is the same. The two parallel worlds cannot be determined by a simple measure of good or bad. Labeled as a prisoner, I desperately want to show that I am the same as everyone else, and I live deeply in an incomprehensible loneliness. Being labelled a celebrity, mocking people from another world to express their insight, gradually being tortured by their own evil, and finally perishing in the quagmire deep in their hearts.
The protagonist in the film has extraordinary acting skills, and the person who sees it at first glance is unattractive. The awkward gestures and unique voice, but put on a neat coat, this is a recognized celebrity. The prisoner, on the other hand, is completely different. Even if he has tattoos, he is like a big brother who can come to the door to help carry the gas tank at any time when the neighbor calls.
Talking about it so far, I can't grasp the point, and there is a feeling of depression in my heart, but I can't let it go.
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