It's a continuous downward process, and at the end it goes to hell and hears the "hum" that a thousand screams of pain confluence. Murder is numb, does not want to endure, believes in the extreme but doubts that the male protagonist is pure. In two and a half hours, I really did everything from heaven to earth, killing four women, as if hating women, stupid women. Before he killed someone, he was a charming, innocent character. He knew that people were as emotional and vulnerable as building materials, and he was especially good at grasping the weaknesses of human nature. He no longer has any illusions about human emotions. He is emotionless, suppressed, and the outbreak is even more violent. In the final analysis, he thought that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was cured, but he would still have pleasure after killing people, which is also a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The director is crazy, haha, I like it, and I have this style too. I don’t care if you understand it. I express it all. I agree that the movie is the second life of the director. Only you know your work. What's in it, what I want you to see, what I don't want you to understand. Like an autistic little boy who suddenly said very incisive words, leaving people with endless emptiness like the hero.
In linking the story and the story, I think the director found a lot of rhetoric haha, even if it can't go on, is the witness that always exists the last kindness in the hero's heart? Maybe it was the last good that made him fall into the abyss of purgatory, and it was obvious that the director wanted to be a woman in his next life.
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