Los Angeles is blurred by night.
Those people of all colors who should not be under the sun, etc.
Undercover policemen, bar musicians, gangsters, drug lords, gangsters, night drivers, and-the most charming conversation killer in history.
He got into the driver's car and talked about his feelings about the city: every time he came, he wanted to escape as soon as possible. There are 17 million people in this city, but people don’t know each other, so lonely, have you watched today’s news? A person died in the subway for 6 hours without being found. People went up and down, chatting and laughing beside the corpse, but no one found this person dead. No one cares.
Like the driver, I was confused by this guy—silver-haired, blue-eyed, well-dressed, personable, courteous, generous, humorous, but—cold-blooded and ruthless, murderous. A wonderful complex of contradictions. The philosopher of the night. Just as he visited the driver's seriously ill mother during the killings, he insisted on bringing a bunch of flowers. Just like the coldness and gentleness he had when he killed a person who was drinking and talking: the bullet passed through his head, the smile was still warm, his head was hanging down, and the killer used the same swift hand as drawing a gun to support the deceased’s jaw, and then lightly Gently, even pityingly, put this head on the arm of the deceased. The deceased is at desk quietly, as if it was just a nap after drinking, not an eternal death.
In the end, the killer died at the hands of the driver—the person who resonated with his soul, who had nowhere to go, fought back and swept away with guns. The killer slowly sat down and lowered his head, as if he was just sleeping, not eternal death.
It is not so much that he died of tuberculosis, it is better to say that he died of loneliness. Don't be emotional when you move. As soon as the killer's blood is warm, his marksmanship loses his precision.
The dialogue in the movie has been tempered and tempered, and every sentence is followed by words that have been tumbling thousands of times in the chest but have not found the way. So the lines became metaphors, prophecies, chants, and the words were finished, but the echoes repeated, not going around the beam. "You always think that one day, your dream will come true. Then when you wake up one day, you find that you are old. What hasn't happened yet will never happen."
The feelings between men and women, between men and men in the movie are so subtle and heartwarming. It is the best distance between people. When you meet, you are attracted to each other, full of curiosity, and you think of it as the same kind, but you retain enough aesthetic distance. Then, everything came to an abrupt end. Perfect.
The white space makes the film rich in layers. Every character in the film, from Vincent to Max to the undercover policeman, is concentrated in the story of the night, which is true and false, long and yet unexplainable. The rush of life. For example, in the childhood of the killer, his mother died before he remembered. His father was violent and would beat him when he was drunk. Finally, he killed his father, who was twelve years old that year. The killer recounted the past calmly, seeing the driver's sympathy and consternation, he suddenly smiled like a mischief: just kidding. I didn't kill him. He died of liver cancer.
Everything has an end. Some people look back ten years later and find that there is no difference from ten years ago. Some people turned upside down overnight. Some people’s lives end before dawn. Therefore, at the end of the movie, the bad guys die and the good guys survive, but the background sound is low and melancholic, and there is no joy for the rest of your life.
The good guy inexplicably said to the bad guy: "We're going to the next stop soon." The bad guy told the story that he was nagging when they first met: "Someone got on the subway and he died. Guess how long does it take? Will someone find out?" After saying this, his face was calm and he slowly lowered his head.
The good guys get off the car, and the dawn is coming; while the bad guys continue to take the subway to the next unknown station. Next stop, is heaven or hell? Maybe another life? Perhaps it is eternal nothingness, and behind death is still death.
He sighed and took off his earphones, and then I remembered that on the desperate road of murder and kidnapping, the killer and the driver saw a lone wolf crossing the city road late at night. The eyes of the wolf were shining in green light under the light of the car lights. For a while, he was frightened by the light, lost his soul, and was silent. The music that rang at this time turned out to be "Shadow on the Sun", and I heard goose bumps one after another.
Now the time has passed
We reach the end
People die alone
Like the shadow on the sun
The feeling of watching a movie is as if you are also in that taxi, passing through the bright and lonely city, and encountering a strange soul that is hard to distinguish between love and hate.
And, after watching this film, I withdrew my doubts about Tom's acting skills.
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