Although this movie may have been made early because of the age, the setting and shooting are all stupid.
However, this does not affect me, like many people, who have a lifelong despair and disgust after reading it. I started to cry from those two "ass holes" violence. When Teena said I was going to take Lana away, I stopped, came back to see them meet for the last time, have sex for the last time, open their hearts for the only time, until I was suddenly shot by a bastard named one of the most disgusting. From the ribcage to the skull, my fists are still clenched after I went out for a long walk.
Maybe watching this movie today, I have all kinds of unfortunate things. Recently, I just realized that my cognition of men is going to be a little extreme. I think that the three views will not affect the normal communication with male friends, and my mood is not high. As a result, I accidentally took a look at this film that I wanted to watch for a long time after the "Gender Psychology" research, and the correction effect of more than a month was in vain.
I probably knew the story before watching it, at least the ending. That's why I kept scolding Brandon in my heart for why he had to hit the muzzle of the gun again and again when he was temporarily safe, and why he had to come back.
I don't think Brandon is not a lesbian, she clearly showed it when she was pressed in the show, she likes women, she just doesn't want to be hanged and she doesn't want to be forced to die. She had to disguise herself as a man, it wasn't that she couldn't accept herself psychologically, it was just that the society treated her that way.
So seeing her trembling back, legs, desperately lying on the car, and then curling up on the ground, I only have a familiar heartache and an unfamiliar anger. I stuck myself in my seat and forced myself to finish watching it quietly, so that I didn't feel anything when she finally fell to the ground and didn't make a sound. I just want to hold that awkward guy in my arms in my arms at this moment.
Yes, I don't know why I shed tears. It's definitely not pure sadness or anger. It's very complicated, but it makes me uncomfortable. It makes me hate men like creatures. It's not because he didn't get Lana, it's not because the society at that time doesn't allow such a phenomenon, but how could he be so impulsive that all the blood was erected in his brain! Rape wasn't enough for him to orgasm, so he wanted to kill, did he have a brain!
Perhaps, every T encounters the woman he truly loves, and it is a profound tragedy. But no matter what, deep love only makes a woman's life more charming, not destroying it. Bless all women to make themselves worthy of happiness and love, and then, to get it.
If the film does bring about a temporary deep hatred, I recommend the scene where the female writer shoots the sheriff's ass hole at the end of "I Spit on Your Grave." Or write something like me, and it's much calmer.
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