Good reason

Brook 2022-01-13 08:03:21


When people encounter something emotionally unacceptable, they will definitely explain themselves rationally. This is how I feel in "Double Sided Killing". A little girl A with excellent academic performance was found on the street by a serial killer with one leg removed and one hand removed. When she woke up, she refused to admit that she was A, but thought she was a dancer B dancing in the club. She imagined that there was some kind of physical connection between herself and A, and all the physical injuries inflicted on A were gradually revealed in her life. I broke my finger inexplicably while taking a bath. I woke up in the morning and found that I lost a hand and a leg. The bed was full of blood and uncontrollable screams, so it is not difficult to explain that when she woke up in the hospital, she just looked sadly at her mutilated body, but said indifferently that I was not A.
In fact, when I first watched this film, I saw it as a thriller. Lindsay Lohan is one of my favorite beauties. But many people don't seem to like this movie, saying it's a bad movie, bad heroine, bad plot. It's just a different way of understanding. I read some film reviews before watching the movie. Many people said that this movie is about the relationship between twins, and the murderer is the piano teacher and so on. After watching the movie, I always feel that it is not accurate enough. So I started to find a suitable explanation for my reaction to this. So I discovered the theory of split personality. Very good, I like this.
If you understand the film as, A can't accept that he has no arms and legs, so he imagines himself as another person B, and this person just happened to endure the same physical abuse as A. The fancied B wanted to find his own foothold in this spiritual world, so he kept persuading others to go with her to save A, so the murderer represented by the piano teacher came out, so accompanied her to rescue A’s father died. , So the police next to the house never showed up. It seems that the plots in the film are all connected together. So the movie in my heart has also been upgraded, but it is a dream of Nanke, an empty joy, self-acting and self-directing, self-comforting.
There are thousands of Hamlets in thousands of people. There are thousands of worlds in the hearts of thousands of people. Nowadays, in a society with such developed material conditions, why is everyone seeking peace and comfort in their hearts? What is the soul, and what is the personality, in the final analysis is just some chemical substances interacting and interacting with each other. Language is nothing more than language and cannot replace thought, and sometimes even the function of communication is not fully utilized. When in love, insecurities always ask each other what you love me. When I am broken in love, it is always bad for me to cover up the facts. The exam is not good, find an excuse. Something went wrong and find a reason. So people wake up and have to find someone to bear the responsibility. Ever since, there is room for interpretation, and punishment also has targets.
Just like I feel upset after watching the movie, I must write something. It seems that my heart must have been affected by some kind of influence, and this kind of influence is something I am willing to share. Just like the left hand and the right hand rock paper scissors, if one day you know the number of the two hands but ignore it like a bystander, then I am very happy to congratulate you, you are split.
But then again, I still like Lindsay very much. This little Nizi has good acting skills, good looks, good personality, and a good partner. All in all, it makes me want to write something so at least not just a good movie.

PS: The movie is really bloody and scary.

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    Dakota Moss: I don't have one.

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