I unilaterally declare that Germans are the best at taking pictures of men!
It is also the pursuit of a mystery. The male protagonist is so fragile, so fragile, so dying and pale. He was neatly dressed in dark, expensive and textured clothes, and his eyes were light in color but always revealed doubtful, terrified eyes. Backed by an intricate and aloof power, he was vaguely ordered to find and destroy the secrets of this power, but he was so passive, so stunned, as if he had come from the pure Eden to the messy and filthy for the first time. Incomparable room. He was blindfolded by a black cloth, and he relied on medication to stop his trembling, but sometimes he was too late to take the medication, he hid in the toilet cubicle, lying on his back beside the toilet shivering. He kept writing letters to his lover and was whipped with the guilt of this immorality, he prayed like a spokesman for God in the dim confession room, he fell in love with his brother's wife, he pointed a gun at all Man, however, is like a fragile and broken doll, begging to be dominated and even abused by others.
As for the heroine, in the shabby and cluttered old house, facing her brother-in-law who molested her with words, she put on stockings calmly, confronted the little beggar who dragged her with pride, sorted out all the murder pictures with a blank face, and got off work at the end of the day. Take it easy. Her little low heels are always so firm on her way forward, whether it is in the flesh and blood exchange under the tavern, or in the spacious and bright police station. Her eyes are firm, and no amount of dark circles can stop her from being sharp. She is never humble or arrogant. She uses her body, appearance, and God-given wisdom and ambition to challenge the impossible, whether as an unregistered prostitute, or A despised clerk with a dream of being a police officer. She is always alert, energetic, even a little childishly cunning and mischievous. She dances, dates boys, escapes paperwork, and beats and humiliates her brother-in-law with a stick.
I'm very glad that Nail Fei was willing to shoot a real "career girl". Women's tenacity, intelligence, self-esteem, and unwillingness to be humble are vividly displayed in the heroine. I'm also very surprised that Dai Fei knows how to maximize the vulnerability of the male protagonist, so that I appreciate the male protagonist almost completely from the perspective of porn (or the kind of good porn.)
As far as the episode itself is concerned, there is nothing to say about the texture of the picture, and the soundtrack is a plus, especially the scenes in which the music, dance and murder scenes are interspersed back and forth in several "Sounds of Extravagance", which are much more elegant than Quentin. Be free, restrained but powerful. The rotten luxury and the predictable and secret decay blended together, wrapping the characters in the play, and driving the audience's heart to sink into the abyss. The story unfolds in multiple lines, and in the end, although there is no real end, it can clearly explain the direction of each line and the relationship between each other——
The female protagonist walks between these lines with amazing wit and audacity, and wears the entire story, while the male protagonist (character only) is a very, very, very unmissable vase.
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