I thought it was going to be another obscure and chewy film, but because of Edward Norton, I decided to put up with it. Corresponding to the "original", the following is of course the "fact": this time, Spike Lee's knife cut us layer by layer in great detail, without chilling and disgusting, even the sun is bright and the picture is clear.
The opening soundtrack is very atmospheric, imbuing the emotion of this "last day" with tragic to majestic.
Monty is going to jail in the 25th hour for drug trafficking. From the very beginning, my value judgments were biased: Edward Norton's refined and restrained demeanor, like his shirt, fitted his shape as ironically. (I originally thought Gu Tianle wore the stand-up trench coat the most handsome in "Genesis", just because I hadn't seen him at the time.)
He saved the very injured dog because he read it in its eyes: it was not ready Good (dead). On the last day, the sun was a mess, and he took his dog for a leisurely walk. It matched his coolness, he matched its gentleness.
She looks sultry in her silver dress dancing. Thinking that she might have betrayed herself, he became angry and cold. Damn, he loves her! Father is right, Yu~ not her.
His father's self-blame made it difficult for him to face it. Because of the early death of his mother, his father was an alcoholic; because of this embarrassment, he sold drugs. This cursed world, in fact, the most cursed person is himself!
Friends stayed with him all night, in a grotesque bar, wanton suffocation. But the fun is theirs, he has nothing. Everyone still has a chance because this is New York; everyone is struggling, cheating because they are New Yorkers. "I'll be there when you're out of jail." Fuck it, in New York, idiots believe this shit. "I believe! Because, "I" believe in heaven.
The fear of the unknown is the greatest fear. He can't go in so blandly, those guys will tear him apart like hungry wolves. So his last request to his friend was: beat him to the core. This last struggle is for dignity and for life.
The western utopia conceived by my father was "almost gone". Everything he'd cursed slipped past the car window, and here, Spike Lee let the stern gasp and the redemption warm. But in the end it was still "a little bit".
When the end credits came up, my conscience tortured my values: He was a drug dealer, and he deserved it! But I gave him the unbearable feelings from the bottom of my heart. The downfall of a person cannot be blamed solely on being born in this "sin city". But God knows, how am I going to struggle in that situation? !
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