As everyone knows, I have a great love for the perverted movie OR characters, so I don’t need to say much at all, and I don’t need much reason. I am completely in love with this dear psychopath, this mother-child murderer.
I really like MTIME's introduction to the actor, saying that he played a "delicate..." mental patient in this film, and I fell in love with him at first sight.
I like his appearance, I think it looks good. Not a handsome man from a movie, but a little bit, yes, just handsome, and like a big boy. His expression is a little nervous, and cautiously casual. He was so fragile with his open mouth and smile, a big boy who needed protection. (I'm sorry that my motherhood is overwhelming.) He was awkwardly looking for words. He looked at the female guest and his bird model uneasily.
In fact, the first time he had quarreled with his mother, I was already suspicious, but I really did not expect that ten years of training would make him proficient in speaking his mother's tone. His transvestism made the director cleverly lie to me once again-the most famous bathroom murder scene is an unrecognizable figure. I don't like the heroine, she doesn't look to my liking at all, but her powerless resistance in this murder scene is so perfect, and her death posture is so beautiful. Because of HITCHCOCK, I never make the wrong scene.
It is a pity that my dear psychopath is not smart enough, even though he is crazy enough. He was exposed in an interrogation that could easily escape. That innocent detective, the detective who got in the way. This death came directly enough, and it was the classic old woman look of my dear psychopath. So when the dead die, they should all have their eyes open. Although the swamp was so degraded, they would rather let it blur their eyes.
I suddenly felt like Ralph Fiennes, what a classic "Red Dragon", the same perverted killer. I love the look of my dear mental patient chewing candy. He spends a whole day and a whole day squandering it, and he loves candy so much-probably the sweet taste of a mother. He insisted on changing the sheets once a week, and he had unclear sin and hesitation. Was that the mother’s crime or the son? Is he a mother or a son? He didn't know it himself.
Maybe none of this matters. No matter how perverted he is. He is always my treasure. I like the kind of insanity that is overwhelmed, and I like the kind of beautiful young people who are so abnormal that they don't know what to do. I erased all the so-called cinematic techniques, I was immersed in black and white images, and I pretended that all of this happened and I was on the scene. So everything is no longer important, because the most outstanding thing is after his arrest.
That monologue.
Well, my dear neuropathy. I really really fall in love with you.
Pervert is the epitaph of perverts.
If I can be close to you, I would rather be that fly.
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