A story that begins with black humor and ends with a self-deceiving black humor. If the supermarket says I... Maybe I love you or other words for help. If you pressed the call recording, if the mother and son outside the door hesitated and did not choose to go home... All the painful struggles may find their meaning in the full effort before death, and the light encountered in life can also illuminate Everything, but unfortunately everything is a secular game that cannot be changed. Some people can face it calmly and accept it, while some people can't adapt and can only start over. I fell and lost, but I just couldn't get up. Wait a moment, someone is outside the door; wait a moment, the game continues. Promotion by unscrupulous means is to save family and lover, and the means to satisfy one's own sexual desire is to let pure pleasure dispel thoughts, sadness, pain, loneliness, tears... What kind of person am I originally? I vaguely remember. Why are we separate? I have long forgotten. I carefully folded all the goodness and nostalgia of the old days into a beautiful, spotless box, but I hid the reason for abandoning therapy in my chest, armed with brutal violence, alcohol, sex, and marijuana into lies, hope Through deception, he came to belong, but the pain was from bone to flesh, and he couldn't hide the confused and fragile blue that flashed in his eyes.
The ferocious hallucination is that I don't want to accept the lie that my lover abandoned and disguised. The manic gnashing of teeth is the unwillingness to admit defeat. The fragility after the dust settles is the desperate person who realizes that everything is just a futile struggle and nothingness before dying. The softness of the heart cannot be disguised in the face of the real bloody pain. Pain stimulates great sadness in the flowing blood.
If all sin does not yield the fruit of craving, then what am I? Dirt, the dirt that lost the game.
Yimei's acting skills are really beautiful. The whole film gave me a kind of masochistic pleasure like Uncle Phoenix in the Joker. That kind of depravity and self-mockery really resonated with me. In particular, the last beauty smiled jokingly in despair, and the endless madness displayed in her eyes was a must-have look for a clown actor. This acting is so beautiful.
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