Although I have no red fear, I don't feel any violent aesthetics either. It's just that the music in the film is really well selected. In the beginning, it was Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) sung by Nancy Sinatra. The casual and indifferent singing made people feel a little helpless.
I thought of a person who banged to me. After struggling, he would fall again at an unexpected time, and so on. Of course he didn't use a gun, but he made people fall to the ground. There are too many murder weapons in this world. What you love and what you are afraid of can be weapons that kill you. People end up either killing their loved ones or being killed by their loved ones.
It's like "Making Drugs" said: She knows that she can travel on the map and she can be infatuated in the novel. She knew that she could kill someone in the book. She also knew that a word can be a knife, and a tear can be a sword.
When someone said in a movie review that this was a love story, I was slightly taken aback. Because generally speaking, in the end, I will treat all the stories as love stories, but this time they did not. Looking back at the plot of the movie, it seems that before I would say that this is a love story without hesitation. Because of love, she was brutally murdered, which forced her to embark on a road of revenge. Someone told her: Revenge is not a straight road, but a forest. It's like getting lost in a forest, losing your way and forgetting where you came from.
I used to think that shooting a bullet into the chest of a loved one, and then suffering from pain, is the ultimate love. It's like Bill said it was his most painful moment, and then shot her in the head. And now, forget it. In my heart, love is no longer about possession, nor does it need to stay together. You can give up when necessary and make it perfect. When hatred controls oneself, love has already been dispelled and no longer exists.
What surprised me most was that the moment she saw her daughter, she put down the knife and hugged her. I also thought of them under the campfire, her eager eyes and intoxicated smiling face when she listened to him telling stories. I saw her love for him, but still didn't think it was a romance. Although, this is a movie that I once regarded as a romantic movie.
The story is too long, procrastinated, and impatient. But in the end, Bill was killed without a long and fierce fight. It was just a move, clean and straightforward. very good. To deal with what you hate and love, you must be so happy, resolute, and not sloppy. He did not use his daughter to threaten, did not try to get his forgiveness, and treated her as an enemy, so I felt relaxed, she did not have to hesitate, she could kill her without guilt, and there was no need to worry about her being soft-hearted.
Finally, she left with her daughter. I thought of the passage in "A French Novel": To make one of my parents happy, it is best to make the other unhappy. This kind of struggle was not conscious. On the contrary, they never showed the slightest sign of hostility between them. The balancer movement of the two people was even more cruel and ruthless because they both smiled and hid knives in their smiles.
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