Watching this 2000 film with the current audiovisual habits is really too fancy. Even the most tense passages are outlined electronically, creating a sense of alienation from the outside, seemingly loose and actually quite catching. There was fat boy slim in the tattered bar, and the sense of the times of the big beat immediately came out. You can see several masters in the soundtrack created by Cliff Martinez. At the end, there was a feeling of waking up suddenly. The yellow and blue ones are really good.
The actor is too powerful, and I was surprised that Eric, who was on the 70s show, played this self-righteous poisonous boy before Chang Can, but he was not as good as the eagle-eyed look of Michael Douglas in the sun.
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