I admit that I just want to see this old man is a perverted killer!
That's right, that's it. I have deep doubts about the fact that he is a normal old man living alone. Because he took a big axe and smashed the screened door; because he murmured badly at the neighbors who were walking by with the dog; because no one would stay in the basement for seven hours in the middle of the night, but he did; because no one would encounter such supernatural events Not afraid afterwards.
But I was wrong.
He is a very good husband, and he loves her wife deeply. After his wife fell ill and turned on the sound to dance at midnight, she fell helplessly on the sofa and wept. He comforted her and held her tenderly to persuade her. When his wife was in distress in the hospital bed, he brought her the gift she wanted—he knew her. He kept her wife's belongings in every detail, including the red wine stains on the carpet.
So why am I wrong?
Because before the last paragraph, before the old man died. The director did not let us see the two defendants sitting, nor did the director show the objects in the basement. The scene where the nurse sister administers the injection to the old man's wife just took off.
After seeing these, how can I not let me as an audience speculate on the old man with malicious intent? I have these qualitative thinking. When I see men and women living together with a maiden take off their clothes, I feel that they have sex; I see a person who speaks harshly to others and feel that he is morally corrupt; I see a person who is covering up and feel that something is wrong. Strange.
I believe many people think so too. So who is the pervert? It's me and "many people", and of course the director, this pervert, or someone who knows "perverted thinking" well, this clever bastard.
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