It feels so scary. A person who is controlled by lust, feels like an animal, and the director makes him look like a dog (barking like a dog, eating with dogs, loving dogs more than girlfriends, rummaging in the messy rubbish heaps for himself Erotic projection, the life relic of the love object is like a dog biting the garbage bag desperately), driven by lust in the night, sneaking around in the night, a person who shuttles and hunts like a wild cat and a wild dog, but what he is looking for is to feed Your own desire, urgent supplies to quench your thirst. What is even more frightening is that people who are lustful are always a bit similar, and I can see a bit of the shadow of myself in him. The boxing gloves I got from the person I like are at ease, and a person obediently crawls onto the bed in the dormitory and uses them; the person I like wears dirty and discarded underwear, because it has wrapped his masculinity on it, Contaminated with its fresh and unwashed smell, even if it was dirty, he would smash his head into it and wipe it on his face. Like the prisoner in "Perfume", he was addicted to the smell of Yangju's artwork; I washed my underwear and put it on myself, rubbed it repeatedly in the mirror, and stroked the place that once wrapped it was now wrapped around myself. I don't want to take it off when I'm taking a shower, as if it's with me, wrapping it around myself, as if I feel like having sex with him, and I've never seen him enjoy it so much, even the soap that I've applied there has to be sweetly stroked He turned his face once; met an eye-catching man in the bathroom, and had sex with him, but in the middle of the hard time, he threw his head away viciously (all he needed was a temporary relief from his eroticism, acting as a The substitute for "him" soon discovered that it was not him in any way. The possessiveness and longing that he did not want put a layer of domineering paint on the wall of his dignity); he was fascinated when he found the motorcycle he was riding. Going up to c** it, completely disregarding the public place, has been unable to hold on to this level (it can be said that it is completely dehumanizing?), really stunned! (In the public, with the police watching from behind, the confrontation between the two is really embarrassing... You can arrest him on the charge of blatant indecency but let him go. But when confronted, he used a face to maintain his dignity (the only human thing is the bestiality) When he was discovered), look at his expression confidently to alleviate the guilt of being indecent); Wenji found the swimming pool he was in, and was foolish enough to "coincident" with him in the shower without even hiding. , was repelled by him, and used his fierce eyes to cover up the humbleness he pursued and the lust for him; he went to the track where he once swam, naked, and basked in jj to dissipate his long-standing desire; He washed himself in the shower, and even that wall might have his smell, and licked it wildly animalistically. (Shaking like an animal His own head, biting the police's baton when being violated, sniffing and licking the rough police pants like a dog, and smelling a loud noise when smelling his girlfriend's skirt all proves that he is animalized) Those who are dominated by lust have become animals! Climbing the roof over and over again, bowing and walking, it seems very purposeful, but he doesn't even know what is driving him. Once a person is dominated by lust and eager to satisfy it, he becomes an animal existence.
The male protagonist is as deep as the gorge, he is difficult to fill, and he is trapped in the painful desire that is difficult to extricate himself from. He really needs someone (or image) to save it. The person who was blindfolded at the beginning was a special c** who gave relief to those whose desires were difficult to express. Okay I'm sorry. He finally turned into a rubber man. Love is too deep, too deep, and the desire for possessiveness will turn into desire for destruction. Blending with the black rubber, he marches as a ghost in the night, really like an inhuman animal! At the beginning, the night devil bit a man to death when he was having a high-flying chat with the man, and the dog outside the door was worried and barked at his master. Could it be the same erotic story? Is such a night devil just a symbol of one after another who have been tortured to the extreme by lust and turned into perverts? (However, I have to feel that this man in black has a really good figure. He crawled on the net fence and sighed. The dim light of the street light faintly fainted half of his body. His curves were bumpy and he looked like a handsome man.) But he traveled all the way to get to the garbage. What is the heating by the burning trash can of the field? On the quiet night road, only he stepped on a pool of standing water, the sound of rushing water, and only the water witnessed the existence of ghosts who only appeared in the dark night and avoided people's eyes and ears. He also unconcernedly exposed his existence to this pool of water. Just to climb up the trash can like home, belonging to him and knowing him. How lonely he is! Knowing that he is very pitiful, he shuttles through the garbage heap in the morning like an inhuman, hunts and kills rabbits, habitually drinks dirty water without the control of his brain, crawls and vomits, knocks his head on the vomit without reflex, and can no longer endure it. Unable to take off the boxing gloves he bought from him, he took off his mask, "I'm a human, I've always thought of myself as something!!??" A person sleeps under the machine, the only one who owns and coexists. is his own reproductive q. The only thing that comes to mind at this point is to take it out and open it up. The only thing I have now is it. Longing for a long time, struggling for a long time, tossing in lust for a long time, tossing for a long time, now this seems to be enough in the past, it is the only life, is he really satisfied now? But at this time, he was squatting there with his head down, looking hollowed out, deprived, and having nothing. Obviously what he has now is all that he has tossed around in the past! ?
But is this a uniform-controlled adult film or a rich erotic film? ? What happened to the last cop and him? The eyes of the confrontation at the beginning and the unhappy parting are to pave the way for the subsequent uniforms? Tongues cooperated to take out his white bottom. (I want to be rebellious) Or the policeman gave him a taste of that because he had a little pity on him. In fact, it was for his own good. To prevent him from accelerating towards a chivalrous man who self-destructs and hurts others? Or was it just a mockery of him?
Anyway, this film is a story about how the male protagonist is led by the nose by desire, he doesn't care about his humanity, he doesn't care about his face, and finally he gradually transforms according to his will, and his animality is strengthened little by little.
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