When I was 24 years old, I went to work in the unit. Every time I heard the old man and the old lady talk about those trivial things, Nima was decisively angry in his heart. At that time, I should have an evil MP3 in my pocket, which is full of NIRVANA, ALICE IN CHAINS, SLIPKNOT, filth cradle, and even the crazy shouting of JOHN ZORN, Haiye Keji, and so on. At that point I was thinking, if I could get on a channel in the air. If you share these unfortunate voices with people all over the world, the earth will definitely be turned upside down by playing HIGH.
As I got older, I gradually realized. The kind of energizing music you believe in, doesn't affect anyone else. The great media industry can even invite a group of lunatics who take sound-burning as a fun to hold a decent sound art exhibition at Zhongshan Hall. All resistanceist clamorers will eventually amicably join the camp of the market economy tide. Then adjust the hypocrisy that is 4 or 5 times more than in the past, and brag about it with this lowly era.
For a person who only knows Chinese characters, "Noise" can also be completely without Chinese subtitles. The flamboyant music fanatics are doing high-fidelity, three-dimensional crime scenes. Coupled with this naive paranoia plot, I can guarantee that this is the smoothest movie you have watched without Chinese prompts for you, who do not understand Swedish and whose English is basically poor.
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