comparable to the sci-fi and horror classics of alien, iron-blooded, heavy flavors and highly recommended. When some of the companions become indistinguishable monsters, the cursed human world will fully show its evil. The illusion of a stable and prosperous human society has been clarified, showing the desolation and mental panic of Antarctica: the appearance of panic and dishonesty may originate from a surprise attack from the outside, but the root cause lies in the inherent rift in the interior.
The human heart gap in the film is as ugly as weird under self-preservation-regardless of the true or false partner alienation, looking at any human being at a dangerous moment is already a greater threat-under the appearance of clustering and cooperation, everyone is actually on an island, Mutual suspicion also arouses the instinctive desire to kill. What has been alienated by the appearance of the strange shape is more of the relationship between people, and the result is more terrible than mixing into the alien carrier.
It was supposed to live and die together, but had to panic at being eaten and killed by the most familiar people, and people suppressed the exhaustion that was trembling in suspicion all the time. Sigh, if the only person in the world who knew he was innocent was himself, it would be impossible to escape death with a hundred mouths. In reality, people who are not believed in their identities, words and deeds are like bloody heads with spider legs running around in the film. Once the partner decides to kill, there will be no mercy.
Therefore, in a human society where deformity is suddenly exposed, the impatient is always not a real monster. The bonds of this society are interests and constraints, so the only result of human beings who lack trust is alienation into disgusting weird shapes. Sometimes I am bored and think about the sudden splitting of the body of the people around me, bloody tentacles sticking out of my chest, chewing me to pieces, and then being imitated instead of being a member of the monster. One by one is replaced by strange shapes, and the remaining lingering people can only be entangled in true and false, thinking about whether it is a collective action with a lurking monster, or a single survival and a spike? It's ridiculous that there is no escape. After contemplating the present and foreseeing the future, although no longer afraid of death, but after tossing back and forth, in the face of swallowing, self-preservation and suspicion: Is death the best end for people in a society full of weird shapes?
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