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"The Infernal Affairs"
Arnulfo 2022-01-25 08:02:16
After watching a third of the movie, I started to guess the plot behind it. At first I thought it was only about the process of a lawyer's degeneration, but I didn't expect the demon that actually appeared in the back. In fact, meeting the protagonist's mother in the tram and in the elevator has already shown the face of a devil. The ending of the film is not very suspenseful, because the devil's habitual neurotic grin reveals the truth. Vanity, what a powerful sin karma. It prevents the male protagonist from getting out of the control of the devil. In the face of vanity, sex and everything else are not so important. We will see that the protagonist can awaken when he is tempted for the first time, but I believe he will be tempted the second and third time, because this demon is everywhere and it is the endless desire of this world.
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Extended Reading
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John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.
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John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.