So, just as I was struggling with cerebellar underdevelopment and confusion, a huge head fell from the sky, wondering where the head of the big bodhisattva came from, Godzilla has already appeared in a half-covered peach blossom. Only then began to realize what kind of bodhisattva was in the stone-like body just now, it was clearly the head of the Statue of Liberty. And here is Godzilla's favorite, New York, the center of persecuted delusional patients all over the world.
This is destined to be a dead end, if no one is dead, I'm sorry for the long list of plot classification explanations. But on the question of death first and death later, waiting to die or going out to die, the movie begins to struggle with the remaining time after the stone-like head falls on the ground. A movie without love is not a movie. I have always believed in this. If you want to take a picture of revolutionary themes, the main theme should be interspersed with deep class feelings. How can this kind of stuff that come out of the big capitalist dye tank be missing this kind of thing. So under the raging monsters, love has become the ultimate way to solve this series of problems. The death of one or two is called sacrifice, and the fall of a group is called slaughter. It's a pity that the focus of the whole New York is on these four people at this time, and all the end must be based on the breath of the last person. At any rate, thanks to the director’s compassionate mind and Godzilla’s bitter pleading, at the last moment we finally rewarded Godzilla who was able to see a close-up of his face. What an innocent look, it turns out that he is inexcusable. Godzilla also learned to be inconsistent while evolving.
With that big mouthful of the hypocrites, it also ended the appearance time of our chief photographer. This cannon fodder only showed his face twice at the beginning and the end, but it was this obscurity and the spirit of hard work and resentment that made him. It is he who allows us to witness the evolution of Godzilla; it is him who allows us to witness the process of life and death seeking love; it is him who allows us to witness the persecution delusion of the American people. A simple sentence of "the smallness of life, the glory of death" can no longer make the most complete summary of his life.
In the end, with panic and anxiety, the steel foursome came to a gorgeous curtain call. The top-secret files fell to the ground. As for the whereabouts of our grieving woman Xiaoqiang, it is still to be resolved in the next episode.
Finally, a strong warning is that people with underdeveloped cerebellum should look carefully.
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