The values do not match, and the narrow and selfish thoughts are decorated with delicate techniques. In a word, crap.
While portraying his father, the protagonist who gave birth to an illegitimate child, into a sinister yellow wine vicious villain, he beautifully packaged the protagonist who made the same mistake: responsible, honest, well-connected, technically professional, and the best man in the UK. Wholeheartedly convey the thought of "It's just a small mistake, he's working so hard to fight against fate, forgive him", as if there are a million people around you to persuade: forgive, be strong, you see how good people are, and they work so hard, He triumphed over fate, and you are not politically correct if you don't forgive him.
It should be noted that 80% of the scourges are caused by the protagonist himself, and the remaining 20% are accidents that he will face when he engages in this profession. It's not about conquering fate, it's about wiping your own ass. Two women are not the tools you use to prove your courage to fight against fate; your paranoia and arrogance about your own abilities after you leave your job can't be glorified into a belief in your profession. If the protagonist really wants to prove that he brought a good blood to the name of Locke, he should not derail from the beginning because of loneliness. Otherwise, when he is lonely, he will forget his origin and the fate of his bloodline? Feelings, he thought he was his father dug out of the stone and gave it to the fuck?
Finally, the son called the protagonist and said, Dad, come back soon. Let's wear the football uniform and watch the game together. Our whole family is good together. The protagonist had tears in his eyes. Even if there is a little description of his remorse for his wrong here, I don't hate this film so much.
But no, the whole point of the film is not that the guy did something wrong, but his performance against ___. Presumably he didn't have much remorse, and his tears contained more grievances of "why everything didn't go in the direction I wanted"—
In the end, the cry of the baby declared the victory of the latter: I have conquered my destiny.
What did you win? Your dirty, stained ass?
This is ridiculous.
The scene of the film can be shot small, that's delicate; the pattern can't be as small, that's narrow. In the name of fighting against the fate of blood, it sounds like a modern Shakespeare. In fact, all the thoughts he wants to express are limited to selfish love wrapped in self-struggle. It looks really hot.
The protagonist is so honest, he didn't say the "I love you" that the two women wanted to hear the most. Yes, he just loves himself.
I spent 85 minutes watching a man's narcissistic journey in a car. It's really good, thanks to the actor's excellent acting skills, it made me fully realize that my life can still be wasted like this!
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