God says: A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye

Karl 2022-04-19 09:02:20

Does a skinny woman pick up a gun to mean she becomes a brave person?
I don't think so. When the outside world makes you feel insecure, you have no choice but to choose either not to walk out of the door leading to the outside world, or to go out with a weapon capable of shooting danger. Any choice stems from inner fear and is a helpless choice, not a brave one.
Jodie Foster's angular jaw makes her character destined to be someone who chooses to confront in a desperate situation, even if the unease gleams from behind her blue eyes. The city she lives in has become so unfamiliar, and the police who deal with all cases with cookie-cutter answers make it clear that there is no hope there, so this woman does not continue to waste time, she chooses to protect herself.
If the first shot at a convenience store was for foreseeing a threat of death, the second shot on the subway by Jodie Foster has changed from self-defense to attack. The two hooligans didn't see her, and she could have gotten off the bus earlier than the other harassed people, but she didn't. She waited quietly for them to approach, then pulled the trigger with a sneer.
This woman displayed a natural killer calm from the start. She didn't forget to take the videotape of the convenience store, her blue eyes when she killed the hooligan reflected a taunt - you want to hurt me? You can't.
As for the last two shoots, she's already started playing the dark night's righteous messenger in that city. Guns are no longer a tool for protection, but a weapon for punishing evil. Only evil can be eliminated. God said, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.
A friend of mine who believes in Christ once told me that when God says a tit-for-tat tit-for-tat, he does not approve of violence, but when the society is still in chaos and the people only know how to use force, he warns people to exercise moderation even in revenge. , he took away your eyes, hands and feet, and you can only take revenge on him, without hurting his life.
However, evil is not so easy to control. I believe that anyone who has experienced what happened to Jodie Foster in the film would want to watch the murderer who hurt him and killed his lover be smashed to pieces. Don't talk about the law, don't talk about justice, the legal mechanism of this society has become less and less effective, and it will only leave blanks and scars in the heart. If you want to recover, you can only get revenge. So when the immediate pain is not compensated, other ugliness becomes an outlet for anger.
However, what you cannot avoid and face is the torture of your own soul. Just as Judy said in the movie, you became another person, but this other person, after giving a brief pleasure, left more unending confusion. and self-loathing. I stubbornly believe that Judy deliberately let police Moss hear the sound of the elevator door opening on the phone. She must not be able to continue to support the accumulation of secrets in her heart, because those secrets are bloody.
I don't remember seeing too much sunlight in the movie, and even when there is sunlight, the picture is gloomy. Everything ends when the original sin is paid for, and the police not only let Judy go after knowing the truth, but also help her plot the illusion to make everything seem reasonable. In the night, Judy walked into the bridge hole where the nightmare started again. This time, her back was straight, and there was no trace of fear or panic.
However, can everything really come to an end? Can the restlessness in my heart really return to peace? If a person's pain can only be vented in this way, is the world we live in a fairer, or no more fair? Can the word justice be given meaning only through the means of individual violence? Will she still pick up a gun, I'd love to know.
After watching the movie, I have been thinking, whether this is a story about bravery or a simple revenge story, and there is no answer yet.

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The Brave One quotes

  • Erica: Now, who's the bitch?

  • [first lines]

    Erica: [voiceover, doing her radio show] I'm Erica Bain. And as *you* know, I walk the city. I bitch and moan about it. I walk and watch and listen, a witness to all the beauty and ugliness that is disappearing from our beloved city. Last week took me to the gray depths of the East River where Dmitri Panchenko swims his morning laps, like he has every morning since the 1960s. And today I walked by the acres of scaffolding outside what used to be the Plaza Hotel. And I thought about Eloise. Remember Kay Thompson's Eloise? Eloise who lived in the Plaza Hotel with her dog Weenie, and her parents were always away, and her English nanny who had eight hair pins made out of bones. That Eloise. The adored brat of my childhood.

    [indistinct overdubs for a few lines here]

    Erica: ... li'l punk kids... Sid Vicious spewing beer from his teeth in the Chelsea Hotel... Andy Warhol, his sunglasses reflecting... Edgar Allan Poe, freeing live monkeys from the crates of a crumbling schooner on the oily slips of South Street. Stories of a city that is disappearing before our eyes, its people swept over the Williamsburg of those stories. So what are we left of those stories? Are we going to have to construct an imaginary city to house our memories? Because when you love something, every time a bit goes, you lose a piece of yourself. Where's Eloise going to sleep tonight? Can you hear her ghost wandering around the collapsing corridors of her beloved Plaza, trying to find her nanny's room? Calling out to the construction workers, in a voice that nobody hears, "Has anyone seen my turtle, Skipperdee?" This is Erica Bain, and you've been listening to Streetwalk, on WKNW.