Try to understand Apichatpong's Tropical Diseases with two stories.
One with a fatalistic color, the soldier encountered a tiger with the ability to transform into a human form, and his soul was swallowed like that magnificent myth. Wake up and forget everything in this life, concentrate on loving the face of a savage that does not stick to the world, and the love as hot as a newborn tiger.
The second with a tragic color, the love of homosexuals is cursed by the world, the simple village boy turns his nowhere to pour out his love into a tiger that chews up the traditional world, and the "soldier" has what he wants most. Identity, do not love quickly, forget quickly. But the red thread of fate still spun him into the forest. The fierce tiger child who reunites with his lover keeps chasing him. The tumbling sex, the disruptive communicator that blocks external prejudice, and the vicious and threatening look down. All of this is just to recall the love that cannot be blessed by everyone.
"I would describe you as a fierce tiger, a scorching sun, and an irritable life. You can't help but make me more beautiful, the more pain makes me happier, the more you persecute me, the harder the whip whips me, the more degraded I become. You've heard it before, the more depraved The happier. I have forgotten your name, but I remember my own, what you boasted about, and my beauty and my lowness."
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