After watching it, I understand very clearly that this kind of animation infused with a dark tone will definitely not be accepted by most people, at least in China. It is a pity that a good film like the villain can't wake up more young people, and I am glad that I can have it. Such a masterpiece worth cherishing for a lifetime.
I like people who walk crookedly like noodles, like a big face with a blue nose, like a small jujube eye with a single eyelid, and like a domineering perspective overlooking the whole city.
The dirty and crowded city, the dark flat roofs with the thick exhaust gas, are piled up next to each other, building a gorgeous and decadent industrial treasure land. And the dilapidated trams quietly shuttled through this ancient site, raising and flattening the heavy dust in every corner, time and time again.
This is Takamachi, a Takamachi shrouded in money and desire. Its unique turbid temperament makes everyone living here unable to extricate themselves. People live here, accumulating nostalgia for it day by day, and running happily in its arms day by day. Black and white are just the little residents in Takamachi. The two children continue to interpret the silent declaration of "there is no city that belongs to me, only the city that belongs to me" in a slightly extreme way.
Many people see them, hear them, indulge them, and protect them. Because they love Treasure Town, and Treasure Town also need to be soaked in this possessive love.
but.
The man who sighed in the pornographic place, the man who fell calmly in the sound of gunfire, the man who gave up all the men for the future, and the man who wanted to excavate everything in Takamachi, seemed to imply that the city was about to move.
When Hei crossed the high platform and crossed the dazzling sun, he shattered the glass of the building magnificently; when he wiped the evil smile from the corner of his mouth, he fell from the height at full speed and kicked the invading teenager's face; when he risked being so powerful at any time The terrifying Martian was run over and ran back to the base to get back the hat and watch for Bai; when Bai appeared in front of the car shaking, asked for an apple with a smile, and then instantly fell into a pool of blood; when the car carrying Bai was accompanied by a hoarse voice. Howling gradually out of sight.
When the last line of rational defense is broken.
When the desire is inflated to the point of swallowing the ego.
The screw of the heart was tightly clenched in Bai's hand and never loosened for a moment.
The apple tree sprouted and grew quietly when it was forgotten.
Supporting each other, pure friendship, redemption and redemption.
The wicked boy uses the mutated innocence and the adult-oriented narrative style to push aside our rotten souls layer by layer, learn to balance the original principle of the heart again, learn to use reason to extinguish greedy desire, learn to Go all out to love everything around you, learn to recognize black and white, evil and beauty, greed and justice.
The story between black and white is not just the legend of Takamachi.
Peace of mind in the peaceful and gentle ending.
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