I'm used to the procrastination of Chinese movies and the programming of American movies. Today, I found a Spanish movie to watch. I didn't expect that I was shocked until 5 o'clock in the middle of the night, and I still didn't want to sleep.
The director and screenwriter are both Iglesias. This is a very extreme and even perverted genius director, whose film expression far exceeds that of most domestic directors.
The film unfolds the story through the love and hatred of the happy clown and the sad clown against a circus beauty. The beautiful woman with big breasts was tortured inhumanly from beginning to end. I always thought that only in Chinese culture would there be such submissive women.
At the end, I realized that no one in the circus is normal. Joyful Clown keeps abusing her girlfriend, he loves her so much, but is madly abusing her. It is only in abuse that one can feel loved and loved. In order to save her, the sad clown hooked the happy clown's body with an iron hook in the middle of the night, and smashed the happy clown's face into flesh and blood with a suona. The beauty was naked, her face was splattered with blood, and she was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. The sad clown cried out: I rescued you.
From then on, sad clowns, evading pursuit, drinking blood, and fleeing to the end of the world.
The motorcyclist who kept flying and fell from the sky eventually collided and died on the cross; the turbine that could never be repaired kept roaring of death; the housekeeper's wife was trampled to death by an elephant; the world is full of helplessness, Violence, naked expressions of love, desire, hatred. After watching the first ten minutes, I felt very boring, but slowly, after half an hour, the whole person was brought into the movie. It's not that people watch movies, but movies watch people, and the whole person's thoughts, nerves, and thoughts are captured by the movie. When you hold your hand and wait for the finale, every audience has been unable to escape. That's the magic of ghost work.
In the end, the beautiful woman rolled down the blood-red ribbon from the high cross, and her body was broken in two with a click. She has endured an unbearable burden in her life, and finally it was shortened into two halves and divided into two parts.
When love is deep, it has become hate, and only pain can feel love. The sad clown soaked his skin in lime water and scalded his face with an iron. Just tell a joke, and if someone doesn't laugh, the happy clown will beat the beauty to the point of bloody nose. What a twisted love this is, it's heart-warming to see.
Finally, can Spanish directors take care of Chinese audiences and lighten their tastes? Too heavy, this taste is too heavy, heavier than the Sichuan people eat chili. I didn't get buffered for a while.
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