Cali was dead in the first place.
The story begins with a court statement: "I'm not saying that if my mother hadn't died since I was a child, I wouldn't have learned badly. People in prison complained that there was no chance to learn well. No, that's bullshit, when my mother is still alive. I was a little rascal when I was there, but she taught me about women. Let me assure the court that I washed my hands and said goodbye to sin, that's what I'm going to tell you, I've had a hard time with ghetto crime Tired, in a fine prison, I was reformed for five years, life was not in vain, I was cured, you must have heard a lot of this, but I am true, really, I repented, changed myself New, and it doesn’t take thirty years as you think, in five years, I will be reborn.” When he said this, Kalido knew that he would be acquitted, and when he said this, Kalido was not generous Excited, some were just statements of inner relief, and I knew he was serious.
This reminds me of Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age" - life is a slow process of being hammered. People grow old day by day, and their extravagant hopes disappear day by day, and finally they become like a cow that was hammered. And Calidor is the bull that got hammered. He repeatedly sighed: There is no morality in this arena. In five years, the world has changed, and the righteousness of the rivers and lakes is no match for what his friend who was an alcoholic, drug addict, promiscuous litigator said to seek more happiness from himself. He came from the past with a heavy twilight, so he will also be buried in the past.
The more he struggles in the mud, the deeper he sinks, he is old and no longer as fierce as he used to be, yes, he has become weak, and now he is thinking about making enough 75,000 to go to Bahara Island Nice guy who runs a taxi company.
I often think of Kalido, of him watching Carl practicing ballet in the practice room under the lid of the trash can in the heavy rain. The miss and guilt in his eyes set off the helplessness and difficulty of this former king. Recalling that he told Carl about his childhood environment, survival is you kill me and I kill you, and concluded that my end is death. So I'm going to get rid of it, I'm going to start a taxi company. Although everyone laughed at me, that was my dream. Because this dream could not be realized when he was a teenager, you have to pull out a gun wherever you go, and in his opinion, driving a taxi is free to go anywhere he wants. I also often think of Gail talking about the loneliness of her own dream, but in the end of ballet, she was reduced to dancing striptease at night. I used to have a dream, but now I wake up, I hate my dream. Everyone in this film is struggling with anger and despair, hesitating in the fragmented dream, and hoping to be reborn, until finally Kalido died in Gale's arms, the world was turned upside down, the fluorescent lamp in front of him was like the sun rising at dawn, He walked into the landscape, Gail was dancing, he was playing with the two children. Where shall we go for breakfast? Don't want to go too far, busy all night, I'm tired, baby, tired. So Calidor closed his eyes peacefully. The weak Puerto Rican man fled to Paradise.
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