A fantasy film in the guise of a legal and political film

Leopoldo 2022-03-14 14:12:21

First of all, I want to say that the name of this movie is very appropriate. Advocate, the spokesperson, can very well reflect what the story wants to express.
Keven is a goddess, his talent lies in defending... and picking people, at least as accurate as jury picking. But he didn't recognize Milton as the incarnation of the Saten devil. Milton took him step by step to the abyss of evil. Since Keven entered New York, he has shown him everything money can bring-luxury houses in prime locations, enviable status, unparalleled sense of dignity, and A charming woman with French eyes. But the pressure is like a shadow. If he wants to maintain an unbeaten record and make himself famous, he needs to endure the increasing pressure. All the people who appeared in his life seemed to be smiling, but after they turned around, their faces were full of weirdness, showing the look when they saw their prey dying and struggling.
This prey won money and glory, but lost his wife. The poor woman languished day by day, even when she was in ML, she could feel that her husband's heart was not on her. She finally picked up the fragment of the mirror in the room of the mental hospital, and killed her husband who took a chair outside the door and slammed the door hard. The phrase "I love you" seems to be a bayonet with a sharp blade, slashing at all those who are hiding in their vanity.
The final duel was a bit messy and slightly lengthy. The director may want to express all his thoughts here. The three people walked around, talked and talked, and finally revealed the truth-oh, it turns out that Milton is Satan, Keven is his son, and the stunner is his daughter, and the son and It was his long-cherished wish for his daughter to have a child after she got engaged.
Putting aside the sense of nonsense, I think it's really not easy for director Hackford. Like Zhang Kaige, he has infinite compassion for mankind and a desire to challenge the world. Since then, the movie has become their arena. They have the same humanistic feelings. The difference is that Zhang is more literary and petty, and Hackford wants to appear rational and supreme.
Saten grabbed his hair and stared in the fire, he was angry, he was frightened, he yelled "No", but yes, he was burned. Keven murmured "free will" and shot himself. The beauty turned into a dead tree. The flame burned bigger and bigger, and burned smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished in Keven's eyes-it turned out to be just a dream, everything is His fantasy began in the bathroom and ended in the bathroom. In the court outside, he gave up defending the perverted pig man who molested children, and took his wife away with a smile. Ah, the ending Thomas is harmonious and friendly, Thomas is happy and cheerful.
As a result, the grimacing reporter rushed over, saying "I can make you a national celebrity" and Keven agreed to reveal the inside story to him. Keven left, with a happy or helpless smile on his face. The reporter stayed behind and turned into Saten's face. He also smiled and said his famous words.
"Vanity, It's my favourite sin"...
everything is over. The final irony adds a little bit.
Well, although I initially regarded it as a serious legal film and tried to baptize myself with this, it is indeed a fantasy film. Especially when I saw the twisted white wall man and the dancing flames, I felt that this was "Across the Universe".
BTW, the top-heavy nature of the film has led to my current top-heavy. How about, or watch a film that makes me feel ashamed and look up at the sky 45 degrees in the protagonist at present, asking God to forgive my sins and give mankind a happy life?
...I still pray to Saten.

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The Devil's Advocate quotes

  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • 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.