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D'angelo 2022-03-21 09:03:15

He is the leader of the revolution and the forerunner of the revolution. The forerunners always fall halfway, and those who are led become confused hero generals. The one who was calculated only cared about robbing the bank, and the one who was calculated died under his own explosives.

He wanted to get treasure through robbery in the chaos, but accidentally rescued 150 revolutionaries and was pushed forward by the tide of the times; he wanted to go to the United States and dreamed of becoming rich, but accidentally got gold and silver jewelry for revenge, and stayed in place. Involuntarily, involuntarily, and contrary to one's heart, all become revolutions.

Juan, who was promoted to the altar by the revolution, was ignorant of the revolution and held suspicion and contempt for it. The doctor who led the revolution betrayed the revolution and finally chose to die for it. John, who really understood the revolution and insisted on the revolution, discarded his past and books, left the cross to the reckless hero, and chose to commit suicide. Everyone has participated in the revolution, and everyone is a hero of the revolution. Thousands of people paid tribute to the bandits, who yearned for gold, silver, jewelry and the American dream. Revolutionary idealists, with their own skills, single-handedly robbed the field, fought against thousands of soldiers, and finally chose to die vigorously in their memories, but also silently.

From people to families to classes, those who started the revolution betrayed the revolution, those who insisted on the revolution chose to die, and those who led the revolution became generals. The accident of fate made the revolutionary friendship of life and death, John and Juan, and Johnny and Johnny. Bandits in Mexico and intellectuals in Ireland, one bombed and one robbed, one died and the other lived. In peacetime it was a western crime film, in the chaotic wartime it became a revolutionary hero film. Criminals vs heroes, rambunctious vs bloody romance.

The class divide is like the difference in power between a man and a chicken, and it's like that puddle of urine and that swarm of ants. People can easily kill chickens, and urine drowns ants, but people can't kill all chickens, and urine can't drown all ants. The rooster crows at sunrise and the ants break the long embankment, just like a revolution. Two men and one woman, and a sad humming song for Sean, the song has all the ideals, passion, and blood. That woman is the symbol of revolution.

The series of past events is magnificent and heart-warming. The past is like smoke, like a dream, like a bubble. Finally, I have to sigh, Leone is really amazing.

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  • Juan Miranda: [looking through John's binoculars the wrong way] He says there's no danger; all you have to do is just watch the bridge from a long way. No matter how I look with them, I'm still too close to the bridge.

    [looks through them the right way]

    Juan Miranda: Why am I mixed up in this fucking revolution in the first place? Go ahead, you tell me God; what am I doing here? Why didn't you strike me dead instead of letting me say "I stay too"?

    [notices John walking away from the birdge]

    Juan Miranda: Oh-ho, look at him. Look at him! All because of him! He acts like a tourist that's going somewhere, only he's staying, eh, heh-heh! Look at him. What the hell does he care, ho-ho, he's having fun. Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! I'm glad he's having fun, God, because I am not having fun. Oh-ho. No! Hey, what's this?

    [notices John napping]

    Juan Miranda: Ho-ho, now he goes to sleep, eh? Go ahead, you sleep. Sleep. I tell you something God: when he's asleep, I go. Shhh. May the good Lord watch over you.

    [prepares to leave, but notices Günther Ruiz and his soldiers arriving at the bridge]

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