All the God's Men

Izaiah 2022-03-21 09:02:52

Lies, terrible lies.
You thought you found and escaped and fought back successfully, only to find yourself still in it when it was too late.
Or is it better to not know it from the beginning, or to endure it at all?
In short, better than dead.


I don't know why I am moved by such a movie. As usual, I don't feel that way about such a political movie. But maybe that's why Lao Ann, Xiao Qiu, Bad Xi and Kai Wen will play. Because this movie is really unusual.
Aside from the political intrigue, I think it's a bit of philosophical thinking. The whole story is JACK's brainstorming. His choices, his doubts, his past... Everything was tangled in a net against the backdrop of a political situation, trapping everyone. ...I want to call them weak. Not because of its own strength or anything else. is a weakness. In fact, all of us are weak. Both have the side that is most easily knocked down. If only you know or someone who has no desire for you knows, it doesn't make any sense, except that the human heart is something you can never see through. From a scientific point of view, you can never read the human brain.
Everyone else's weaknesses are obvious. But what about jack? I think it's his eyes, he believes too much in what he sees and is too attached to it. He sacrificed too much for this, and even if he finally understood, it would be useless. This is probably the greatest sadness. You know what to do, but you can't.
There is no right or wrong in life, there are only countless choices. A phrase commonly used by Westerners turns out to be really deeply implanted in blood vessels. Or gray matter?

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All the King's Men quotes

  • Willie Stark: Time brings all things to light, I trust it so.

  • Jack Burden: The friend of your youth is the only friend you'll ever have. For he doesn't really see you. He sees in his mind a face which doesn't exist anymore, speaks a name... Spike, Bud, Red, Rusty... Jack... that belongs to that now nonexistent face. He's still the young idealist you used to be, still sees good and bad in black and white and men as sinners or saints but never both and feels superior in the knowledge that you no longer can distinguish the two. That's what drives you to it. To try to stick the knife in. There is a kind of snobbery in failure like the twist to the mouth of a drunk.