There are only two actors in the whole film, and they are both men, and the director doesn't want to make it into a gay movie, so he can't go to bed - other than fighting wits, it's hard to make it look good. When it comes to fighting bravery, Uncle Michael Caine is full of white hair, and he really doesn't look like a star, so there is only a fight of wits.
Ok. Just say wit.
In the last 90 minutes, it tells the story of two men who will decide the outcome of three battles. The first two battles were quite exciting, and the storm was treacherous. On a sunny day in May, lightning flashed. The third battle is pure bullshit.
Putting that aside, let's take a deeper look. Even the first two games are actually not that exciting, right? It is said that it is a battle of wits, but in the final analysis, it is not in whose hands the gun has the final say? In the first battle, Michael Caine held the gun, so he dominated, and Jude Law only had to obey; in the second battle, Jude Law held the gun, and the poor old man could only obey.
Where's the wits? The chairman has long since pointed it out: power comes from the barrel of a gun. Wu Si also said: In all eras, the strongest of violence has the final say. The so-called fighting of wits is just the skin on the outside of the tiger. With the gun, it has the flesh and blood inside. Otherwise, no matter how much you show off your power, you are just a paper tiger.
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