Murder of self

Aric 2022-09-20 00:19:49

The first CC pirated jacket DVD I bought in high school made me admire this brand and the director of the film with admiration.

This is a work that tries to present the absurd world of existentialism with daily investigations. All the symbolic plots serve this theme. The protagonist and the criminal he tries to catch share the same loneliness, and the outside is full of hostility. In this world, self-personality is constantly being eroded by a powerful collective personality, life seems to be controlled by a mysterious organization (the Jewish consortium in the film) (is it very Philips Dick?), the stage light makes people feel as if they have been thrown away Entering a closed world full of artificial light (daylight and moonlight), the encounter between the protagonist and the criminal is extremely fatalistic and absurd, and the long-distance reunion of two equally lonely souls has to die in an opposing society. Attribution, the criminal’s death in a natural shot indicates that the protagonist’s last hope of regaining his subjectivity is dashed. The process of an agent’s daily tasks inevitably evolves into the murder of the self, and there is something more bizarre, absurd, and fatalistic than this. ?

The CC version of the film can’t be more subtle. The agent’s back figure standing alone on the street accurately expresses the theme of the film: the process of a person becoming a symbol.

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Homicide quotes

  • [Bobby picks up the phone in the study]

    Bobby Gold: Detective Gold. Tim! She- the old lady. She gonna give him up? She gonna give him up? You got her? You worked her around. Fantastic! Oh, fuck me! Why do I always miss it? She said what? Oh, yeah, I'm the linchpin. Big deal. Oh, man. Was it sweet? I would have been there. I'm stuck here with my- my Jews. You should see this fuckin' room. No, fuckin' bullshit. Bunch of high-strung fuckin' bullshit. They pay so much taxes- Fuck 'em. Yo! She did? Fan-fuckin'-tastic! What? Oh, some bullshit. Somebody's taking shots at 'em- hey, fuck 'em. Don't tell me. Don't send the old lady work down there and tell me how you're so surprised. Fuck 'em and the taxes they pay. You tell me. Ten more bucks a week they're makin', lettin' her work down there?

    [laughs]

    Bobby Gold: Hey, not my people, baby. Fuck 'em. There's so much anti-Semitism the last 4,000 years we must be doin' somethin' bring it about. I'll see you at the house half an hour. Yo, Tim. See you then.

    [Hangs up and notices that the dead woman's granddaughter is in the room - and has heard everything]

  • Tim Sullivan: What is this?

    Bobby Gold: That's the strap the guy tore off my holster.

    Tim Sullivan: Well, go get it fixed, will ya? Go take a cooling walk- somethin'.

    Bobby Gold: You mad at me?

    Tim Sullivan: Yeah, I'm mad at you! I'm not gonna invite you to my birthday party! You dumb kike. Go get your holster fixed.