No sweet shit, life is the price., Reivew on Punisher: War Zone

When P blasted the face of the old asshole who had fallen in front of the FBI, I actually burst into laughter like Jigsaw. I wanted to open it in an instant. In fact, this film is not an exaggeration at all. We have been repeatedly trained by the cruel reality and human weakness, under a moral fresh and brain, not a split Billy, or desperately trying to bite. What kind of Jim, although more people are willing to be Frank, but almost no one's soul can bear his heavy and revenge.

Everyone imagines that other people are as weak as the good people on the street; one by one, they also look forward to the day when an FBI man who can handle affairs can uphold justice for you; and imagine that he can "live a happy life with his family from now on," Knowing to die..."

Shut the fuck up! Who can save who? The FBI man like Gao Daquan's savior was dizzy and anti-hero mad except for weakly reading the legal text he was tired of. Just like Jesus on the red light at the end of the film, it can only illuminate a street corner like a pornographic advertisement in a red light district.

Nietzsche said God is dead. In fact, where is the only one who died? God his old man alone? Justice, Hope, Hero, these things are probably already dead.

Just like us, where is Punisher, who is splattered with the blood and brains of family and friends, is doing justice; where is the evil that grows in cruelty so disgusting?

Everything is the fucking same.

Are you still dreaming about others to save you? Stop dreaming, Just go grab a big gun.

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