The film in 1991 has been exactly 30 years ago. It stands to reason that it should not have disappeared to such an extent. As a result, I searched the entire Internet and found only one link. After 127 minutes, it was already early morning.
The pace of the film is slow and gloomy. I can't understand the "Indian messenger" metaphor, and I have no way of understanding why Frank has such a sharp character, but in the bar dialogue at the end of the film, I finally know what Frank's problem is. He was coerced by society and rolled into the torrent of "normal life", no one allowed him to stop and think, no one cared about his feelings, and caring could not fill his heart, so everything became evil in the name of good. And Frank can't "go gentle into that good night", his heart is still burning, he can't move forward, the common tenderness of family love becomes a burden, the closer the connection with the world, the more suffocated.
Joe tried to pull him back to the "right way", he loved him deeply, always treating him like the little boy he was back then, with the hope of an adult. But not everyone will grow up as they wish. How to correctly distinguish between young adults and precocious children? He didn't know how far he had come, and there was no way back.
When a person thinks the whole world is wrong, the only way to survive is to admit that he is wrong. Working, getting married, Frank tried to be a "useful person", but the pain of separation could not be reconciled, and the appearance of calm could not withstand a mood swing. I always suspected that he was about to commit suicide. It took him less than a second to lift the gun and shoot through the back of the head. Fortunately, he always vented his anger violently, and it was rare to deal with it outside. This is the reason why he has not died. But I still have reason to believe that he will one day die in a street fight, stop breathing in a dark alley at midnight, and be found dead when the sun rises, which is the price of refusing to compromise.
There is a very small chance that there will be another way, related to someone, the soul is reshaped, and he willingly extinguishes it and turns into babbling water. This is a betrayal of oneself and a surprise to come back from the dead. The gift of fate in the worldly sense is a good ending, and outsiders should not betray. I certainly look forward to it.
Viggo is an artist at such a young age to play such a heterogeneous role without any trace of performance. Different emotions merged in him, filling out a full personality, each side has different colors, and in some respects, it complements Viggo's own personality, so the audience enters the play just right. Not "playing everything like himself". Tell a story well, and use performance to inject soul into the character. This is a qualified actor.
In any case, what can't be ignored is the nude scene in the film. Viggo had a nude performance in "The Promise of the East" in 2007. The gangsters seek revenge and punch to the flesh. Under the thin body, there is an amazing explosive force. Going back in time, in 1991's "Indian Messenger", the thirty-year-old Viggo's skin is smooth and oily, and the muscle state and body contour are still familiar. Young people can be confused and indulgent. Frank can't find a way out at the fork in his life. He can't look around. What does he wear, what does he don't wear, what does it matter? People with pale faces and white hair are living peacefully, but their youthful bodies are going to perish. It is such a strong contrast that can highlight Frank's pain. Young is almost equal to childishness, but how can he agree.
When I wrote these words, I kept telling myself not to over-interpret it and to avoid substituting my own ideas into the characters, otherwise it would inevitably deviate from the intention of the film itself. However, the more I write, the more like myself, and the more I recall, the more like myself. He shouldn't be like me, how can there be someone like me? I can't see the light in him yet. Intense empathy brings sympathy and pain as well as comfort and joy, and I am not alone. Although those math men merged into the torrent as they wished, the brilliant world, I only want to be a hard rock.
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