Every frame is like an oil painting, every frame seems to say: This fucking life; although people are saying on the phone, I'm glad to hear you're doing well. If it doesn't come up, it will be hypocritical and will follow your heart, but it will soak your heart into the cold without a trace, and when you wake up, you will find that it has already been crushed by human nature; the monkey who was electrocuted in the laboratory, Nude women are driven into giant wind instruments to be burned, music blaring, and cruel and forbidding narratives finally torture you to the core.
Calm and repressed expressions often have indescribable power, especially in expressing the clamorous life, so there is no need for ridicule, spectators will laugh at themselves.
Ukiyo-e is not so cold, and the meaning of surrealism is also here. It is not easy for the film to show one side vividly.
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