I wanted to see a movie in Hong Kong, and it happened to be released, so I watched it, and I was very disappointed after watching it. First of all, I was stunned by my wife's big bar. I opened the door without asking who it was, and I went to take a shower without looking at it. Is it really that safe? But that doesn't justify her being hurt, she's a victim anyway. The perpetrator's sentence "I couldn't hold back" has already explained everything, and it is definitely not unintentional harm. The film does not describe the process of harming in detail. Of course, everyone can have their own ideas. Anyway, I think through the later plots that the guy just wants to go for whoring. There is a woman in the bathroom. Although the person is wrong, it doesn't matter. (The heroine is full of blood, I don't think she fell down or something like that). Already in the hospital, the evidence of injury has been preserved, all kinds of blood in the house, both keys and money, it is very pleasing to report directly to the case and send him in!
But the female protagonist chose to hold back, although the male protagonist advocated calling the police. To swallow is actually condoning the crime, but I can understand it without calling the police, and I also understand that I want to move. It is a subconscious reaction to escape and deny the harm.
But it can't be said that the male protagonist is not tolerant, does something wrong, etc. It is a crime, tolerance is useful, why do you need the law? Can everyone be the Virgin to stop sin? Did he want to find that person, to expose the perpetrator's family to what was wrong? Do you have a heart attack? Should you be forgiven for having a wife of 35 years? If your daughter is getting married, should I help you hide the crime? Why do you miss your wife when you prostitute? When you can't hold back, why don't you think about being caught? The male protagonist gave me a slap and finally he had a heart attack that comforted me a little at the aggrieved mood I was watching.
The heroine's attitude towards the perpetrator later also made me feel strange. There was no fear or anger, but to protect the perpetrator and have to finish playing with the male protagonist. Unfortunately, I did not feel the greatness of tolerance at all. Of course, I am not the heroine, and I have not experienced the experience of the heroine, so it is impossible to empathize with me. If I put myself in my shoes, I'll go up and beat that old rascal. Instead of talking about tolerance to the victim, it is better to talk about retribution to the perpetrator, repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue!
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