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Dayana 2022-03-18 09:01:02

If a work wants to express too many themes, it will fall into chaos, and if it wants to take all genres, it will be a disaster. This film is a good negative teaching material.

From the title and the beginning of the film, you can easily know that this is a film that tells how a lawyer makes choices in terms of professional ethics. But with the development of the plot, the film wants to express more and more points of view: How should one choose when facing the temptation of the colorful world; When a person is satisfied with material things, he will collapse; work and family; family and friendship, affection Vanity; justice and evil,,, there are more themes, and each ink is not enough, just like a dragonfly, but the most important thing is that the audience's thoughts cannot be concentrated, and even fell into chaos.

Multi-subject and multi-form performance is even more disastrous, because this form of expression is very jumpy, giving people a sense of instability from the sky to the underground for a while. To make it uglier, it is a flirtatious tease and intellectual contempt for the audience.

The multiple themes and forms of the film make it difficult for the director to control. The fact is also true, the development of the film finally fell into a chaotic and unjustified situation.

I wanted to personally elaborate on the flaws and wrong values ​​of this film, but I deleted everything when I wrote it. Watching this film is not only a painful journey, even writing is painful.

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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.