I am such a pretending offender, I never easily express my love for someone or something, because that seems too shallow and unreserved.
But I have to admit that every time I watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I can't help but write something for Frank.
I love this film until I am so old that my hair is thinning, yin dao, my hands are dry, my hands can’t talk, I’m still watching it, my heart beats faster, and I cry.
[2] The
owner of the castle, Dr. Frank, looks like this in the eyes of the guests who come to the carnival-
smart, fanatical;
evil, yin dang;
transvestite, xing perverted;
at the same time more beautiful and moving , Magical and weird; imaginative, creative.
We have 10 reasons to hate him; at the same time, there are 100 reasons to love him and love him to death.
In the dark and rotten kitchen, we are nothing more than a group of little cockroaches with empty heads and mediocre shells; we adore Frank the big mouse with super-spirited fur and gorgeous fur.
In order to be able to follow him to enjoy the violently fermented, dirty and dangerous carnival, we would rather endure his fangs when he loses control and tear one or two of us to pieces.
When two little angels, Jenny and Brad, dressed in clean white underwear and full of beautiful transparent fantasy, broke into our territory, we knew that the magical rat Frank would not let these two outliers go.
We are waiting to see a good show-
will Frank use violence to make a strange body pain bleed? No, it is too low-level and too stupid. It can only make them hate us in the persecution, and love their beliefs more firmly, and even kill them, they also think that they die well;
The villain Frank soiled the little angels' white clothes with viscous body fluid, and crushed the little angels' crystal brains with a powerful sheng zhi qi. The cleaner and transparent, the easier it is to be contaminated. The little angels without white clothes and crystal brains are no different from us. They start to hate their past self and fall in love with Frank.
Frank is not a benevolent father, Frank is our master and our king.
Come and dance together! Come and smash the illusory beauty and fragile purity together.
Come and laugh at the failure of God and angels, and celebrate the victory of mice and cockroaches.
[3]
However, in the eyes of the servants of the castle, Frank looks like a different one---
tempered, cruel, shameless, moody, and unpleasant exploiter.
We are tired of his old and cryptic things. His huge ideals projected on us means endless work, lashes, and torture.
We are already familiar with his flamboyant tricks, and his golden party is not a carnival for us but a mechanically boring and poorly paid work.
From a distance, Frank is shrouded like a mythical halo, but those of us who wash his underwear these days know that the halo is nothing more than the refraction of light by his strong sweaty little molecules.
The tyrant should be driven to the guillotine by the exploited and killed.
After imagining the scene of killing Frank countless times in our hearts, we finally found a chance to put it into practice.
Let those cockroach-like wretched and boring guests mourn their mythology.
We only feel extremely relieved that we never need to wash mythical dirty underwear again.
[4]
All myths can only be seen from afar.
Once we insert it, only dirty underwear is left.
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