I don’t know why. After watching "Sin City", I always think of twenty-six words, which is another kind of artistic conception that I don’t fit very well: withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, running water, people , Ancient road, west wind, thin horse, sunset, heartbroken people, in the end of the world.
Is the end of the world far away? People are at the end of the world, how can they be far away?
A persevering man, a graceful, coquettish and sexy woman, a violent and bloody rivers and lakes.
do you have anything else? Maybe there is still a little bit, the hesitation of the last days? The disillusionment of hypocrisy?
In fact, the bloodshot images of "Sin City" are meaningless, and the simple and sharp story lacks connotation.
However, sometimes it doesn't matter whether there are those or not.
I like the killer who is too gentle and cold-blooded at the beginning of the movie.
I like the big guy who is invulnerable and vomits blood after being electrified by the electric chair and says, "Is this the only skill?"
I like the baby-faced female assassin whose face is more innocent than angels, and the shots are colder.
I like the man-eating demon who lives in the middle of the heads of a bunch of beauties.
And the striptease of that blonde beauty, eh, Jessica Alba? I will remember, the stunner is in the world.
Some people will definitely feel that the moral content of "Sin City" is too low.
There are always many elm bumps in the world we live in.
The world we live in is a garbage dump.
Yes, yes, who has never been young and frivolous, enthusiastic, riding a horse and whip, thinking that all the fame and all the ideals are in the distance, thinking that you can stand up and down the world alone with the sword? Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind? No matter how outstanding the hero is, it will not be the only wave in this world. The back wave of the Yangtze River pushed the front wave, and the front wave died on the beach.
However, the result is nothing more than that, all the ambitions are in the time of exhaustion, bit by bit numb and dull, bit by bit, turned to ashes. Thousands of sails were overwhelmed by the clouds and rain, and in the end, it was just a soft break from the bottom of my heart.
An abusive song says that as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.
In fact, where there are people, there is sin, the back of this world has never been hopeless, and the poetic dwelling has always been a desperate cry.
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