The synthesis of Hollywood scripts begins.

Helmer 2022-03-27 09:01:23

Now think that Jarmusch's control limit is also a very, very literal Hollywood script. The final outcome is to solve all the bad guys in order. Since it is called the control limit, then these bad guys are the people who affect his self-control. Yes, it looked like those people in front were even his partners. There were women who were envied by others, women with their butts up, obedient and mysterious oriental women, and a woman driving a car. It's just ironic that he followed the rhythm so succinctly and turned some original plots into strict internal content, such as saving beautiful women in general scripts, but he turned to avoid them. In the general content, saving the girl friend, he turned into watching the dead she said Amitabha, and in the action scene in the general ending, he directly shuttled in with his mind, strangled the final boss with the strings, and gave the boss properly. The moment when the villain destroys his view of time. He satisfies the emotions of those inside the script, as for the outside. wwwwww. You see how angry the comments are, they feel that boredom is the mortal enemy of the movie, they consciously think that this movie should match the excitement of popcorn, and they can't enjoy the story of such a hard-core man.

What about falling asleep, I fell asleep, and even interrupted, but it doesn't affect the jokes about the plot lines in it. how nice.

By the way, the real final boss is the suit, which is his killer world. He changed into his tracksuit and could do whatever he wanted.

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The Limits of Control quotes

  • [last lines]

    American: What is your fucking agenda here?

    [pause]

    American: You people don't understand a fucking thing about how the world really works.

    Lone Man: I understand. But I understand subjectively.

    American: That's fucking nonsense. Your sick minds have been polluted with crap. Your music, movies, science. Fucking bohemians on hallucinogenic drugs. All that shit has poisoned you. And it has nothing to do with the real world. And I suppose you believe that by eliminating me, you will eliminate control over some fucking artificial reality.

    Lone Man: Reality is arbitrary.

    American: Fuck you.

  • [first lines]

    Creole: [character speaks in Spanish/French creole, English subtitles] You don't speak Spanish, right?

    French: [character translates for Creole] You don't speak Spanish, right?

    Creole: You are ready? Everything's cool?

    French: You are ready? Everything's cool?

    Lone Man: Yes!

    Creole: Good.

    French: Good.