Some exclamations about the quality of the film itself, Reivew on Elite Squad 2: The Enemy Within

I read 1/2 of the two in one breath, and when I was exhausted, I typed these words late at night.

Never thought that Brazil could make such a film, and it is no wonder that this film eventually became the most watched and highest-grossing film in Brazilian film history.

To a certain extent, the translation of the film's title may have dragged down its popularity, so that I thought it was just a simple action movie before watching it. As well as the fact that the two films have a strong connection before and after, and need to be watched together, while the first overall is not that good, thus dragging down its rating.

In fact, the footage in the first film is very real, but it is still within my acceptable range, so I don't feel too shocking. In the process of watching the second movie, I sighed in my heart: It can't be real anymore. Oh shit. fuck. (shocked and embarrassed pronunciation)

I really can't think of any other movie that has such depth and depth of presentation of politics and humanity in addition to gunfights or action. Two styles that are not very compatible are embedded at the same time, but you don't feel separated at all. The props inside are all real military and police equipment, and the show of gunfights or actions is completely top-notch. While the adrenaline is soaring, almost all the faces of the world you can imagine are picked up through the plot and placed in front of you. While this is a film rooted in Brazilian soil, Man in the Sun has never been different. The action and spirit are synchronized to the flesh. I haven't seen such a movie for a long time.

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Now, you can understand Nacimento's desperation.

The institutionalization of people is an imperceptible process, you must not remember the first time you were silent before the choice of black and white - and this is only the beginning - you pointed to the voice of black and white, Your tone becomes more natural every time, you no longer blush, and you no longer struggle inside.

Now, you don't believe in any idealism anymore, and even if those idealists are as genuine as you were ten years ago, you still find it superfluous and disgustingly hypocritical. That's how you look at Fergado and the human rights in his mouth, the corners of your mouth twitch when anyone says the word justice - you've changed, before you just didn't believe that change would happen, now you hate anyone who changes attempt.