Every film of Lao Ma carries a piece of history. All human territories are born in blood and pain, but the past is not easy to be remembered, and the New York gang has become a thing of the past. The brand-new New York that appeared one after another at the end of the film has forgotten what it used to be, and a great sense of emptiness fills me. Indeed, it seems that I have never been here a few years later. I feel that Lao Ma did not perform to his true level, and the whole film lacks climax, but Lao Ma may just want to convey this feeling, that is, when he replays this period of history, we now seem to be calm. Up.
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