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You rush into the women's toilet, yes, I know you are a man. You knelt on the ground in front of the evil witch holding your painful head, you said, you see more and more illusions. You start to babble unconsciously, seeming to confide in her. Fucking fucking, fucking, fucking... Her voice panicked. No matter how much she hates your Scottish dirt, she still has to maintain the professional ethics of a female detective and care for her colleagues. Fucking woman, fake, fake, she is also an illusion, everything in your life is an illusion... You suddenly stood up and pushed her away, making a rough move, and you rushed out.
HEY, where are we going.
You rushed around in Scotland. You drank, you promiscuous sex with your mouthful of nicotine, you lied, you scared you smirk and watched the person who called you your best friend danced with a group of gays, well, the reason was that you drugged him, he is a straight man. More than that, you imitated the voice of an animated character and called his wife. You knew that she might be in love with him, came to PHONE SEX, and then shed tears at the climax... The picture on the TV switched to a VCD image. , The blonde woman leaned over and looked at the little girl with the same hair color as you tenderly. Smile, smile, smile. But your tears can't stop anymore. You want to drink again, even if you throw up messy after drinking. The sense of reality brought to you when the foul comes out of your mouth makes you temporarily forget the fact that everything is an illusion, and you can escape for a while.
Oh, Caroline, you called your blonde wife's name, she was so charming and gave you a lovely daughter, Delais. But you can only watch the VCD she left behind. You know she will reappear next to you in black stockings and black high heels, as long as you are promoted from detective to detective. Yes, promotion. You gritted your teeth and sneered, looking at each of your competitors. You are sure that she is real, because you will never forget the touch of the black stockings on your thighs. Yes, your legs and her legs...
You are so familiar with each other's bodies, you are the envy of everyone.
The desire to be promoted makes you worse. You have been stigmatized, and now you are doing everything, and finally you live up to the pig's head in the mirror and evolve into a beast in clothing. Even if one of your good deeds is uncovered, it is enough to make you lose your job as a detective, and then go squatting in jail. But you won't stop, walk, and run between the faces that turn from human faces to monsters. The initial fear fermented into almost intoxicated madness after the courage of the trapped beast was added. Go to hell, phantoms, you only want her, she, Caroline, the only truth in phantoms you know. As long as you get promoted, you can get her again, let her be for you, for your power.
But you have miscalculated the absurdity and madness of this world full of illusions. When the murderer you were tracking beat you to blood, he pressed you to the corner and he put a woman's golden wig on you. He hissed to you sweetheart, and then gnawed your face, your mouth. The bloody truth makes you no longer subject to the crazy murderer and all illusions in front of you. You bit his tongue, ripped it off, and then threw the murderer out of the window.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! GEEK.GEEK.GEEK.......
You seem to hear the murderer's laughter. Officer, are you not arresting me because you are afraid that I will reveal that you are a perverted secret? You fall to the ground, and Gus and the witch, your partner in charge of the case, rush in and look down at you condescendingly. Looking down at you, who is wearing black stockings and black high heels, with a golden wig and lipstick-GEEK!
Bruce Robertson, or I can call you Caroline.
You are the same person. The perfect fit from body to soul is because she created the most real illusion from the bottom of your heart. You love Caroline, you love yourself, and you love it so crazy that it can't be added.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Now, you are not promoted, you are demoted. Yes, from promotion to demotion. Your follower Gus stood out with his one-in-twenty promotion possibility and became the new inspector. But you did not go to jail, nor did you die.
Everything looks good, you can continue to be a piece of Scottish dirt. There is a little trouble ahead. It seems that Inspector Gus knows a lot of your secrets...Oh, Inspector Gus.
If you want, you can deal with that little bastard who sucks powder.
But you can't resist the fact that overwhelmingly flooding you: you are a person living in illusions. You continue to drink, smoke, and engage in women. The sensory stimulation of belly and sex only makes you feel nauseous in the end. You fainted on your mistress's sofa and woke up with tears on your face.
Caroline finally left you. In the supermarket, you see her with another tall man, making you feel ashamed of only one meter and seven. Delais became the little baby in the man's arms. You tried to reach out to them, but you heard the sound of the wine bottle smashing to the ground.
In this war with the illusion, you have lost without end.
In this way of the world, how can a prodigal dog have a place? Same rules apply.
You put on your best suit, stood on the footstool, and put your head into the knot. The weapon you use to end all illusions is a scarf.
A woman named Mary has eyes as clear as the sky. She knitted this scarf by herself.
She said, that is the color of your favorite jersey. She said that she would take her son to see you. That woman, look at your eyes like a hero. HEY, ridiculous, Scottish dirt has nothing to do with heroes.
But you saved her husband. Maybe it's just because you haven't forgotten that you are a policeman. But you know she is also an illusion, because you never told her which team you like best.
You stand on the footstool. You see people shaking outside the door, and you hear someone knocking on the door.
You think it might be Mary and her son.
It's a phantom again.
You stepped on the footstool. The touch of the scarf is so warm and real. It wraps your neck tightly, just like Caroline hugged you when you had sex for the first time. You grinned and grinned, feeling contented.
The figure outside the door disappeared, and you no longer see the illusion.
At around eleven o'clock in the evening, I finished watching the movie "Dirt."
It’s like drinking a drink: you think it’s a good drink when you eat it, but you can insist on drinking it; when it gradually fills your mouth, you find that it is overwhelming, knowing that it’s not the one you love on weekdays. I also know that you can't taste what kind of flavor it is for the time being, but it's damn hard to stop. Going all the way to high, the liquid reflected colorfully in the glass. Suddenly you are choked, not because of sadness but because of stimulation. Seems to understand something. Finally, it is about to bottom out, as if to compensate for the excessive stimulation before, its taste gradually fades. But when you finally drank it, you found that all the previous feelings were neutralized, and the breath rushed to the tip of your tongue.
So I lost sleep because of a movie.
Open WORD, and there will be the product of the emotional catharsis above.
In the first half, I saw Bruce Robertson played by McAvoy, an all-powerful detective who, in order to get promoted, uses all means to make money for his chaotic private life in the process of handling the case... McAvoy seems to be ambiguous. The field, whether it's a teenager or an uncle. It hooks people so badly, it just makes people hard to look away. In addition, the film's unique sense of rhythm is getting higher and higher. He is proud of the spring breeze, and he doesn't despise Bruce as a man in his heart. But it just can't stop.
You thought you would see the prodigal son turn his head. It's just like a normal routine, which makes people happy to see. Do you think he really has a charming wife and a lovely daughter, and you might want to show in the movie his heroism of the protagonist, which was produced by his family, or after he meets Mary, whether he will fall down Under the pomegranate dress of the woman with clear eyes, she changed her mind and changed her mistakes. All the Xiaoyan soap opera commercial films that you have seen in your mind are coming...
but.
Your envisioned beautiful wife has become a transvestite of a mentally ill man. He walks through the dark city in black silk and high heels; the radiance of the Virgin of the woman with clear eyes that you envisioned becomes the last cut in. A scarf around the man's neck. He fought against the illusion, crazy like Don Quixote, helpless to the point of tears in front of the imaginary enemy, drinking and drinking until he vomited and messed up... In the end he committed suicide and left a VCD telling the man who was imprisoned by him. BEST FRIEND, how to win back the heart of my wife. The ending part of the film is surprisingly calm. McAworth put on his suit and walked from the depths of the camera, smiling like a gentleman.
Then he hanged himself with a scarf.
A dirt in Scotland disappeared.
Maybe he just didn't want to face the pig head in the mirror anymore.
I like this feeling, seeing that in the end, we don’t have to comment on morality, and we don’t have to bother to study those serious, necessary but boring issues. It just shows a person's distortion, madness until he explodes, he died silently in his apartment, and others continue their lives. A person's spiritual world, his illusions and struggles ceased to exist the moment he stepped off his footstool.
Besides, maybe Bruce really owned Caroline, but maybe he didn't.
What a simple film!
But it's really good enough.
I still haven't learned how to write film reviews.
But I will watch the film again, and there will be new understandings at that time.
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