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movie "Plata Quemada" (English translation of "Burnt Money", Chinese translation was done "Plata Quemada") is based on the true story happened in Argentina in 1965. It was an era of corruption, when officials and bandits colluded with each other and robbed a large amount of wages shipped from the bank to the government. Unexpectedly, something went wrong and the four robbers had to flee to Uruguay, only to be discovered by the police. The robbers resisted stubbornly, exchanged fire with the police for more than ten hours, and burned a huge amount of stolen money. This fierce battle has become a landmark violent incident in Uruguay's history, and even the guerrillas have not defeated so many police officers. Two of the robbers were killed. After conducting an interview with the police, it was learned that when they were found, they were holding hands, wearing only underwear and lying naked in a pool of blood, just as depicted in the movie.
Nene and Angel-People always say "the twins", but in fact they are not even brothers and they don't look alike. However, they all have a pair of clear, quiet eyes, and they seem to be misplaced in the eyes with suspicion. They are inseparable, just like a person. Everyone knows that they never do it alone, they do it together.
There are a few wonderful sex scenes in the film. After watching it carefully, there are no scenes of two male protagonists having sex.
In addition to a little intimacy at the end of the film, Nana and Anshir are frustrated by watching their desires for nothing. Is Anshir's refusal to make affection with Nana because of the voices Anshir heard? He is superstitious, thinking that he can save Nana by not having sex with Nana. Anyway, without having sex, we know better who Nana loves, even when he is with a prostitute. Smart prostitute, she has heard all kinds of lies. But Nana said that I have a wife and two children. She laughed, which can only show that Nana is gay. Nana then told the prostitute about his "twin brother"-his only home. Anshir always followed him, saying that he would take care of him. The bastard knew him as if he had given birth to him. He knew what he wanted before he knew what he planned to do. But now there is a quiet monologue, from a smile to a sigh, to a soft-hearted whisper, to a flash of tears. He is a bastard, he doesn't understand him. With him, what else can he expect. He is willing to do anything for him, really, willing to die. The prostitute hit Nana's naked body provocatively, but Nana refused to fight back. He didn't understand her game at all. The prostitute was crying-Nana didn't love her.
So we have witnessed Nana's love for Anshir. What he gave him, there is no way to give it to others. Maybe from the time Nana brought Anshir home, he was moved, like treating a child or a brother, anyway, he couldn't tell. Anshir has the body of a mature man, but he needs protection like a child. Nana is always worried for him.
There is nothing wrong with desire, but there is no cure for emotion. At that time Anshir was wandering, he had spent all his money, and there was nowhere to go. He ran into Nana in the toilet of the station, where Nana was originally for her pleasure. After the matter was over, Nana proposed that Anshir could live with him. Anshir did not answer. Moved, and like a warning, he confessed his secret to Nana. He always heard some voices saying to him, "Is it coming?" Nana asked nonchalantly. He smiled at Anshir, walked aside, lit his cigarette, and waited for Anshir's decision. Anshir hesitated a little, took out the small hip flask in his pocket and gurgled a few mouthfuls, his eyes never leaving Nana. He walked over, stared at Nana's eyes again, and finally opened Nana's coat and stuffed the flask into his chest pocket. Nana took a mouthful of cigarettes, perhaps a little nervous or excited. Anshir pulled down his hand holding the cigarette again, and went to pick the cigarette from his mouth. Nana dodged weakly, and finally did not resist. He chased Anshir's hand tenderly with his lips, as if to bring the cigarette back. Anshir used his slender fingers to bend the burning cigarette, knead it into a ball, and discard it.
──They slept in the same place that night and never separated.
OMG, this is the most pornographic scene I have ever seen. Anshir entrusted himself (flag) to Nana, and then captured him again. Cigarettes represent a man's power (gun) and desire (penis). In this way, Nana let go of all dignity and pride, willing to give herself like that cigarette to Anshir for disposal. Love is willing to gamble, surrender, and resign. Nana was over at that time, and he must die on him in the future. Leaving Buenos Aires, the vast night enveloped the sea, darkness and fog locked the fleeing ship. Anshir took off the cigarette from Nana's mouth again, and he said that the light would attract the ghosts who were chasing them. This time Nana obediently no longer dodge, just closed her eyes. He smelled the familiar breath on Anshir's fingers again—the smell was like sawdust, gunpowder, blood, and sex. It reminded Nana many things—the toilets at the station, the work, the roads, and cheap hotels. , Take off his clothes, it's pitch black. Robbers and homosexuals are equally deviant and cursed by the world. They are all incompetent guys and don't learn well. Society abandoned them when they were still young. So in order to survive, they became men, cruel, and murdered. However, deep down in their hearts, they are still the abandoned children, longing for tenderness and relying on each other for fate.
They are all looking for salvation. Anshir chose religious self-condemnation, and Nana chose carnal self-indulgence, but it was all in vain. The moment they have each other is the only short light in the long dark night. They are not perfect. Anshir felt guilty for his homosexuality towards Nana, and Nana blamed himself for his betrayal of Anshir. Anshir kept pushing Nana away, but Nana was his only support. He hated the whole world, except for Nana. Nana seems to be vacillating between the same sex and the opposite sex, which adds to Anshir's fear and despair. Nana looked for comfort in the affair time after time, and dispelled his loneliness. I don't know how much it was due to Anshir's refusal, but he always worried about Anshir. The prostitute arranged everything to flee to Brazil, but the condition was that she could not bring Anshir. She loves Nana, but she is not stupid. She forced Nana to do a multiple choice question. Nana didn't hesitate to stay and the voices that had tormented Anshir finally disappeared. They embarked on a path of no return, and eventually burned millions of pesos bills, completely breaking with the world. In the last moments of their lives, the only thing they have is each other. Instead of living with strangers in a strange world, it is better to die by the side of your beloved. It was very sad to see it. I like the sadness of the South American Tango, the sadness of the accordion, just like the pale and melancholy Nana. Love is sorrow-but this sorrow is beautiful. The so-called beauty of tragedy is to show the precious value of a thing in a way of destruction. For modern audiences, the love of men and women has become stale, perhaps only homosexuality, and still retains a little innocence that has not been rudely exposed or copied. However, this film does not treat homosexuality as the same thing and does any superficial treatment. What it tells is a fatal relationship, the male friendship of life and death, the love of soldiers of the ancient Greeks, and the gorgeous poppies that bloom from a cruel world. I think, if there is no such loneliness to break with the world, maybe there will be no love that promises with life.
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