I have seen some war films made by Lao Mei and Lao Maozi. To be honest, the level of the bomb disposal unit is average, and the only novelty is the director's veiled female perspective. Although this is a pure men's film without a heroine, the director still criticizes men on the basis of family. The technical house, the addict is just the surface of the male protagonist. In the final analysis, he is a man who makes excuses not to go home. In this regard, the director, being a woman, may have difficulty understanding the outlier psychology of men, so he attributed his junior to the male struggle instinct, and only then came the very profound sentence at the beginning of the film-war is drugs.
The male protagonist is like an outsider in daily life and the collective. He entered the supermarket and chose to be incompetent. He only bought soda. Because he led the group street fighting on impulse, he ruined a leg of the technical soldier. But this man lives so comfortably, possesses excellent skills, is calm and composed when things happen, and occasionally is very humorous, and has a chivalrous heart. More or less this handsome and rough man makes us feel stretched everywhere in real life. A trace of envy.
But at certain moments when he looked at the ceiling, drank a cigarette, drank strong alcohol, and played football with Beckham, he felt that he was lonely and out of place in this world. I suddenly felt that he did not choose to dismantle the bomb because he liked to dismantle the bomb, but to reject the life he didn't want to live. How desperate it is to return to a peaceful world, you know a thing or two about his expression when he chooses cereal in the supermarket.
Gus in "Legend of Sword Wind" is also such a man, so Griffith saw through him at a glance, deliberately placed himself on the edge of danger, used his life to test the distance from death, and then desperately retrieved it from the tiger’s mouth. A life, to prove that you have lived happily and done well. This intense and lonely way of living is truly addictive.
No lone wolf is born to be a lone wolf, but when he can’t pursue what he wants, even if he doesn’t even know what he wants, he has no choice but to set off on a starry night, far away from his hometown, and rush to the end of the world, which belongs only to his mania. moon.
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