David's brain freezes in his childhood, and his last rebellion against adolescence. Maybe he learned to smoke from an old Soviet lady who gave him the sword of language she had as a child. Perhaps, just like the tin drum, the cigarette butt in the center was sucked by him, just like the "adult ceremony" done by a grown-up person on the pilgrimage way back to childhood.
During my 514 days, I wanted to challenge a cigarette once, so I sipped it in my mouth like sucking a fucking jelly, and retched like a mess. After many years, I have been able to let it enter my body with ease, to flush out all the haze in my brain with the pleasure I have never understood, and then fill it up again, the pleasure is always just a moment.
In the madman's sensory world, how many pleasures are beating at the same time, which will prompt him to do those sudden actions, to touch the milk, and again and again? Maybe, it will never stop. As long as that body is still breathing, then this unknown brain will always be in a high-speed volleying state.
The film has a happy ending, beautified like nosh. Divid said the word of marriage proposal, and his life was on the right track because of the right person in the astrology. At the same time, it was accompanied by the footsteps of old Peter's departure. When a person, after leaving you, all your knots will be Gradually resolve, and before he leaves you, you will always live in self-doubt - in my eyes, Divid and Lasan have a deadly fight, one of which is because Lasan can win his father in a normal childhood Irreplaceable pride thus becomes a knot. The second is that even in London, he is still not free, and while wearing red gloves, he fights the entrenched family while waiting for the entrenched call of the family. The influence of a father is great and terrible, it turns you into rebellion against it, it turns you into a cat, waiting for it to touch, and as time goes by, love and hate, with the smashing The violin fell silent together.
That maniac who keeps on chatting is always by my side, he will do everything he can to provoke me, cause me to scold him, until he says fuck, fuck into the air! I can't understand the sensory world of the maniac, the waiting time Passing by, waiting for people to come and go, is he full of expectations every day, or is he failing every day? In any case, I think his madness is the only weapon against those calls, and when you have to face it one day, you have to act like you can't see tomorrow. The defeated willow leans against the window, and the epiphyllum is in full bloom.
He has been in my custody for a long time and is making me more and more restless. I really want to shoot him down, but think about courtney love, forget it.
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