Three billboards are the first good movie I have seen since the beginning of the year. Probably it will be the best one. Moreover, the director is a big pit, and the script is written by himself. Do you want to be so talented? The dilemma of life described in the movie often cannot be solved, the grievances cannot be cleared up, and the murderer cannot surrender the law. On the other hand, the mother who lost her daughter also has a lot of regret in her heart. When the daughter left angrily, the mother said to her daughter’s back. An angry word of may always hurt in my heart. Is anger reasonable and revenge is justice? No one seems to be right. Willoughby named on the billboard seems to be the closest to perfect person. Justice, family care, kindness, even thoughtfulness, suicide are brave and graceful. Demeanor, he didn't catch the murderer, and you don't think you can blame him. But I like the evil and paranoid images of mildred, who insist on going their own way so that they are not understood, covered with thorns and shattering the vain cloak of mercy, and they are not bound by justice or morality. A similar image last year was Ms. Sloan, the model worker , but it was a one-man show by Jesse Kazastan. Except for the big stage of the model worker herself, everyone else was eclipsed. But the three billboards take care of every small supporting role in addition to the hearty and straightforward heroine, as if they have their lives and suffer unspeakable painful choices even though they only occupy a small part of the play. Not understood. So speaking of the best male partner Dixon. I don't think Dixon has an Oedipus complex as mentioned in the introduction, but labeling is such a thing, which seems to fit certain characteristics, and it is not allowed to argue that it has been labeled. He is just immature. To a certain extent, it is actually a young man, impulsive and irritable, needs the power of a group, and timid when alone, and has no vision. Dixon police academy has stayed for six years and worked for three years, but he looks like a twenty-five or sixty-year-old, but he is drunk and his mind is only eighteen.
"Sorry for what?" "for throwing you out of the window. I'm sorry." "I don't care."step back."and stop fucking crying! the salt'll just fuck up your wounds ."
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