I'm about to throw up.
The intensely shaking lens and the flashing screen are the direct cause of this evil effect, followed by the depression and perversion in the Japanese bones.
Someone posted skepticism about those who scored 5 points. In their reply, some people said that seeing this film is like seeing who you were when you were 14, 5, and 6. Tugging at your mother's egg, even if you have a crush on Minglian and are bullied, half bright and half sad, it's okay to deal with it. Don't tell me that you are okay, stealthily and force your classmates to solicit customers to rape and kill. The bottom line of my fragile and hypocritical mind was indeed touched.
If the beautiful legend of Sicily is that beauty incurs jealousy, and public opinion's ravages of ordinary people, there is a certain degree of rationality for me to beat my chest. Then all about Lily Zhou is to face the evil from being weak and avoiding, then slowly suppressing and twisting to violent destruction, and still comforting herself through the so-called omniscient sky of the illusory spiritual world. It is completely disgusting to me.
There is a saying in the opening title that Lily Zhou is a kind of religion. This has to remind me of the Japanese fanaticism for religion: a small island country can have more than 10,000 religions, large and small. The eagerness of the Japanese to gain the relief from their religious identity also reflects the repression of Japanese society from the side. The people who founded religions, large and small, are often religious professionals. They see religion as an opportunity to earn wages and even huge wealth. "Hundreds of believers can eat white rice, thousands of believers can ride on Mercedes-Benz cars, and tens of thousands of believers can live in luxury houses." That's probably what the Japanese saying goes. Where's Lily Zhou? It's just a concert of his own. If you have the ability, you don't need an agent, don't participate in commercial activities, don't shoot dog-blood MVs, and just have a pure and persistent pursuit of music.
At the end of the movie, Xinye's death, Lily Zhou is called the Unknown Daughter by public opinion. A fan said on the forum that it was the last thing she wanted to see Lily Zhou being raped by public opinion. This is really a great irony. Fans’ fanatical maintenance makes them unwilling to see the truth of the matter, and unwilling to believe that the saint is a hungry person who can chew her head when she steps down from the altar. Many people can't see clearly, and some people will pretend not to see clearly. The question of the slightly nervous person during the concert caused the two to fist and said that he had defiled Lily Zhou. But I didn't expect that the frustrated self was completely out of the style advocated by Li Lizhou. Of course, I admit that that neurotic buddy is indeed a little bit underwhelmed.
Lily Zhou’s greatest achievement is to let the children indulge in the world in their hearts instead of actively communicating with the world. The opening said that the ignorant reporter asked Lily Zhou what music had the greatest impact on her. She did not answer. Fans said that because Lily Zhou is music herself, and the sky is the source of music, she doesn't need any other people's music. This is like a metaphor: countless children like Lily Zhou are addicted to their own world, and there is no outlet for autistic depression to vent their emotions. Like any bad negative religion. The result of the pursuit of peace is either as close to death as the heroes and heroines have tried, or the explosion of intense rebellious emotions, turning into a fallen Satan, trying to destroy the pain itself. The Sun Shinrikyo of the Tokyo subway gas incident was a major official religion in Japan, and even occupied several seats in the Japanese House. In the end, it was immature and headed for destruction.
This evil primitive low-level primitive religious view is really nauseous. I’m not responsible for watching this movie in the middle of the night. Maybe this level of criticism and introspection is what the director wants to achieve, so I vomited like a male pig's feet.
Those so-called bright and sad youth, so-called eager and cowardly emotions, so-called helpless but hopeful emptiness, maybe everyone has had it before. Maybe we have been addicted to these unexplained emotions intermittently. However, the melancholic is always painful. Taking these as food and the sky as faith is ultimately unreliable.
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