In fact, I don't mean to say how good and worth watching the movie "Dead of Love" is, it's just the way it is. Those who have no special interest don't need to look for it. When I saw two-thirds of it, I thought I bought it wrong, and I was fooled. I was going to go to the disc store to change it on the weekend. The sensory world I want is not this so-called "sister film", but Kuroki Hitomi's remake of " A New World of Senses", or Abe Sada. In other words, until I saw two-thirds of the way, this film didn't impress me at all. What is there? Isn't it the Japanese version of Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing who murdered her husband? It's just that some ghost dramas of Wu Dalang are added. If the play is not interesting, the actors are beautiful enough, and the film is A enough, then the result is even more disappointing, not A at all, let alone "sensory", as for beauty, Pan Jinlian is not ugly, but it is more born among the extras Okay, Ximen Qing is even worse. From a certain angle, it looks like Zhao Benshan.
Who would have thought that Zhao Benshan was the one who made me cry? This prodigal son, second-rate son, before that, I really thought that he was Ximen Qingyiyi to her, and some of it was just lust. Of course, it's not that there has never been a relationship, it's just that after a long time, the passion gradually fades, and when her weight becomes overwhelming, she will inevitably have the heart to dodge and escape. No, it doesn't necessarily mean that she loves more deeply and devotes more deeply. There has never been a scale here. It's just that the weight of the same thing is different for men and women. This is impossible. For him, it may be a gentle and clever turn, but for her, if she still can't learn to change a position that is not heavy, she will only throw herself in a jump-a pounce, not a leap. If it is a pounce, naturally you have to use all your strength and put all your weight on it. There was only one result: when he fell to his death, he also crushed him to death. When I only saw the first two-thirds, I imagined Fengji's "lust" for Ashi until I heard the sentence "I can't do it."
He couldn't just treat it as lust, he couldn't just treat her as the object of an affair, he couldn't let her die, he couldn't escape and live alone, even if she asked him to do so. Maybe he didn't think about it before, when rumors spread and the police began to haunt, he left her, who was being tortured by guilt and ghosts, to the verge of collapse, and proposed to take a break to avoid the limelight. But when everything really appeared in front of him, facing her in the firelight, he found that he couldn't do it at all. Yes, those four words knocked me down like a heavy tear gas in the first round. It was him who slammed into the door she had bolted like a madman, tried to yank the window fence with his bloody hand, and was the one who answered her hysterically if she wanted him to escape alone: "I can't! I can't do it! Can't do it! I can't do it!" Can't
do it. Only here did I know that this prodigal son, this second-rate son, this murderer, he couldn't do it. No, it's not right to say that, this "So...also..." sentence has humiliated him at all. The fact is: he can't do it like this, and it's always like him who can't do it, sure enough. Just like Wade of Youtessa, another frivolous scoundrel, seeing Youtessa jumping into the river, he jumped right after him without hesitation. Who would have thought that among the two, he was the one who jumped off? It was that badass. He would actually be ahead of her husband, without even thinking about it, without even taking off his coat, he plunged into the rapids, and the only thing he could do was to call out "my love" at the end. spouse. Except when he was talking sweetly, he would never admit that he loved her, not even to himself. The person who thinks she loves her is of course her husband. His love can be regarded as a model of rationality and calmness. When the bad guy was engulfed by the flood, the good guy was still looking for a "safe and proper" way on the shore. - It doesn't matter whether you admit love or not, the only important thing is that he can't do it.
Because he couldn't do it, he was the one who confessed in the end. It was he who shouted: "I did it alone!" Of course, she would never let him take away such a supreme credit, this glorious crime. This scene is like a dream from last year. In the film, two people are tied up by five flowers (a hundred hot stomach, this word is really more and more tempting, I have to admit, it is not always so tempting, it is just getting more and more. More and more), hanged from a tree and tortured , The leaves are golden, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and snow can be seen on the top of the mountain in the distance. Both could hear the other's confession, and both could see the blood of their lover. In that dream, there was only a pitch-dark torture chamber, and no one could see anyone. One person was tied up with five flowers, gagged and pressed to the ground, a shadow behind the other person. He couldn't see her, didn't know she was there, didn't know that she had confessed "it was me first, it's my own sin", and he said it as if he was taking credit - no! It's a word-for-word confession. In the dream, the person whose mouth was gagged by five flowers, her face was pressed tightly on the concrete floor, she couldn't see anything, couldn't say a word, couldn't move, but she was angry and laughing. The anger is that the other party actually wants to take all the credit, and the laughter is that it is so happy to be an accomplice. Laughing with tears all over his face. That's right, it's tears. In my dream, I can feel that this time it's flowing everywhere. like the blood. There is nothing that can't flow out. Anyway, the case has been solved, and he is already an accomplice who has passed the bright road, so he doesn't need to suffer anymore.
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