Procrastinating for a month, I just finished watching the last episode. When the ed sounded, I fell into sullen pain and emptiness. I wanted to cry and couldn't cry. The feeling of discomfort was comparable to the second season of Underground and Attack in the Shell.
As far as the plot is concerned, CB is not so clever. Dressed as a bounty hunter, the suspenseful color can't be lower. There is no fluff and a flash of inspiration. The turning point of the unit drama is always extremely simple, and sometimes it is caught without much effort. People take money, and more often they are in the universe for charity, exploration and root-seeking activities; the main line is not worthy of being called a complete story, and even the background is lacking, and the blank of the blockbuster is only memories and only a few words in ed can be guessed. . The simplicity of CB is like whales in the deep sea and wild horses in the desert. They appear quiet because they remove the noise, but they create a huge echo in the huge waves and blowing sand.
CB is an extremely stylized work. Although the time is set in the future full of sci-fi, the "future" has almost no value of dazzling and efficiency in the script. Except for the necessary outer space and supporting facilities, human life is still Old-fashioned, not separated from the fireworks of cigarettes and revolvers, roses and frying pans; rather, CB used the future to create a classical mood. Because of the wanton settlement in outer space, the hometown has become an overhead concept, so the sky is high. Far as long as you wander, do not ask the past or the future.
But it happens occasionally that you will be seized by nostalgia, so go to Europa and greet the old man.
The classical meaning of CB also lies in its causal and utilitarian calculations, its music and painting style - those cold rains and scarlet nights are like a perpetual motion machine, continuously sending power to the characters, making me Shut up, looking at Spike's back every time he made a desperate bet, he couldn't ask WHY, how shriveled his sanity was, under the purple sky, wild crows were falling with yinful feathers, Spike flew down among the fragments, and the bullet hit him. On the rose, the petals are scattered all over the ground, how can it be so cruel to use logic to deconstruct obsession, instead of lying in the middle of the river of reminiscence, ecstatic and ecstatic for a moment of vulgarity.
In addition to the above, the one I dare not think about the most is still Faye. The eye contact at the end is so emotionally revealing. How many indifferences and indifferences there used to be in the past, and how many screams with all their strength now, but they are completely useless, what a close team, Isn't it a fairy tale written by Marvel, how many people have seen four, six, seven or eight, the alienation of CB's protagonist group seems to melt in the blood, the peers cannot reduce the slightest loneliness, but aggravate the untouchable despair, just like the seaside. Comfort and depression wrapped in salty wind.
But what is loneliness? In the extreme romance of CB, loneliness is a chord everywhere, and it is also the most insignificant background sound. Each of them is flying in the huge universe, like a cowboy stepping on hot sand Dust, taste the majestic freedom of a tough guy from the American West, loneliness is to prove that they have the pride medal of the past, otherwise why would they be embarrassed to ask for a Whiskey of a grown man.
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