The colors of Hawaii here are intensified, not showing the Hawaiian feeling of bright youth, sunny beach cactus (mistaken), but a sense of complex and gorgeous suspicion and despair. The bronze-colored light is refracted, reflected, and swayed in the bronze-colored seawater. Every tourist who comes to the island for vacation is impetuous, not relaxed enough, with preoccupations and prejudices.
The final outcome can be just summed up as the victory of the rich - the bracelet stealer was caught, the resort manager was stabbed to death by the guest's defense, the BP at the spa front desk was released with pigeons, and the independent and beautiful wife still followed her husband. No matter how hard the poor struggle, they can't get away from the chicken feathers in their lives. After doing the calculations, they find that they can't play, or they are used as toys, or they find that it is more realistic to depend on the rich. Reality is different in different people's eyes. For the husband, the annoying thing in life is that the hotel suites are not right; for the resort manager, the annoying thing in life is the precarious work.
After watching a TV series, it’s the end of it. I like the light-hearted and unintelligible ending, so I can imagine it, and then forget to watch such a TV series, and finally it turns into an emotion or life experience that exists in my brain. Tropical islands can sometimes suspend the difference in the world, but after all, one day leaves the resort, and the rules of the game remain the same.
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