Come back to the water

Archibald 2022-01-14 08:01:35

come back to the water. This sentence was said by Kate, by the lake, at night.


Here I will once again express my lush whiteness to Uncle Pan, and the smile on your face makes me want a big-eared melon fan You, completely your performance, makes it difficult for me to define whether the ending of this movie is comedy or tragedy, and who defeated whom. You have successfully blurred justice and evil, leaving only one class, and, another class.

In fact, this is also a core of the film. The owner faces the challenger, the bourgeoisie faces the proletariat, and the second generation of the bourgeoisie faces the proletarian democratic superiors. You say that the human heart is distorted by the environment. , I don’t agree. I said it doesn’t matter which class you belong to. What’s important is that you have to belong to the class you were born with. If Jude Law knew it, he wouldn’t be willing to be a small sufferer under a sex ghost. .

That night, KATE still wanted to swim, so she said, come back to the water.
Those second generations of capitalists, for their own good, returned to the quagmire of their parents, but they chose to be with the rebels, as Assistant, partner, lover. There is a
dead end. It
is no longer your lake, it is moonlit, rippling, the temperature is just right, and there is your brother's campfire on the shore. It is their lake, full of mud, Crocodiles are everywhere and smelly.

At a certain point in life, we all have to force ourselves to come back to the water, but please don't be fooled by them. Those who wear suits and ties speak with the smell of loess, those forever People who are deeply trapped in the smelly ditch of their hometown will never understand the ripples behind you, but they will never forget the moonlight you once had and the mud he once owned.

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All the King's Men quotes

  • Willie Stark: Time brings all things to light, I trust it so.

  • Jack Burden: The friend of your youth is the only friend you'll ever have. For he doesn't really see you. He sees in his mind a face which doesn't exist anymore, speaks a name... Spike, Bud, Red, Rusty... Jack... that belongs to that now nonexistent face. He's still the young idealist you used to be, still sees good and bad in black and white and men as sinners or saints but never both and feels superior in the knowledge that you no longer can distinguish the two. That's what drives you to it. To try to stick the knife in. There is a kind of snobbery in failure like the twist to the mouth of a drunk.