As expected of the fallen angel, the mentally retarded is willing to fall even when the angel sees it.
I'm an idiot who loves foreigners and foreigners. The theaters I've watched recently are all foreign action movies, but I haven't been satisfied once since Fast 8. This is a cultural anti-export film, telling you that the US imperialist state machine has become so mentally retarded that the Chinese people's spines are straightened up! The review committee's abacus is ringing.
How to say this film, if you randomly catch any one of the sisters and sisters who write fan fiction to write a secret agent paro, it may be more wonderful and rigorous than the screenwriter and the original novel. Unhappy, very unhappy, being played with. I know that the narrative ceiling of this type of film is there, and I don't have too much expectations. As long as the action scenes are cool, it's fine, but this film can't do anything, the literary drama is mentally retarded, and the level of America's highest-level armament is not as good as yours. The gangsters of Hong Kong are fighting each other. The FBI shows you what a small workshop is at the beginning. People are all fools. I have been waiting for the reversal. It took an American name, but the configuration is Indian configuration.
Why didn't I give one star? It's the last melee fight on the rooftop. I thought about it. It would be great if this film was grafted into an overhead background like a Chinese martial arts. The two leads buried at the beginning, the political level and the personal level between the protagonist and his comrades-in-arms, both gave me a sense of a traditional Chinese chivalrous spirit. The indiscriminate and low-precision blasting scene, the case-handling logic of a group of officials who have some or not, and the way of escape of the protagonist are all primitive and rough to the point that they can only appear in a low-civilized society, not in the United States. In terms of details, the concepts of war collide. The protagonist and the father are both dissociated and tacit, but they have the same glory, cruel and soft emotions with the villain. In our impression of Americans, this kind of truth is true. The complex and circuitous textures do not belong to them. Including the most nonsensical and cutest part of the whole film, chopping melons and vegetables with my father in the forest, is full of loopholes, but in the context of martial arts, it becomes a highlight, like a crazy peerless master hiding in Peach Blossom Island.
Adding one star to the melee scene in the last paragraph is not because of how good the scene is, but because it fits the frame of the whole film the most. The angel was finally no longer messy in the wind, and his feet fell to the ground.
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