When I saw 8 minutes, I was both worried and happy. It was the kind of reverence for a good movie that emerged spontaneously, but I was worried that it would end soon.
I searched, but I didn't get the impression of a musical, or I lost my memory again. There seems to be a special preference for people like George Clooney or Brad Pitt. Innocent, deep and free, more of a rogue temperament in his bones. For someone like me who has male aggression syndrome, appreciating the same sex is a very difficult thing to do.
It seems that there are a lot of things that appeal to me in this movie, George Clooney, road movies, longing for freedom, old music. Personally, I consider myself an extreme libertarian, with a little restraint and either start to groan or fret, a society that has become increasingly deviated from order over the years. The whole film seems to be anti-order, prison breakers, baby-faced economic prisoners, and black guitarists who seem to be loyal but sell their souls. These people who should have been spurned have the most pure and kind hearts. Relatively speaking, the governor, the judge, and the sliver have become insidious and cunning. Or maybe the world is what it is, but we are poisoned by hapless books and political slogans. Who cares? Everyone has a purpose in mind. People who like to travel have a characteristic, that is, they seem to be aimless, but they have a clear purpose. The destination of a journey seems to be just a process, and the real purpose of excavation is nothing but the enjoyment of the feeling of freedom. The same goes for road movies, where the process trumps the result.
In addition, for a hypocritical person like me, most movie music is not good. There are very few that can echo the theme of the film. Thinking that all the music in this film can be quoted in a timely manner, it shows that a certain amount of effort has been put into it. Religious people can sing, black people can sing, even the KKK can sing. I still like Big Rock Candy Mountain the most, the absurdity is a bullet to the serious life.
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