He does not build a house because he wants to build a house, but because he needs to want to build a house. In this way, he is a criminal with a pursuit, and one side of him can justify the other side of him. But it's actually a logical fallacy, but he himself indulges in it.
I appreciate the movement of the camera and the daring soundtrack, but I can't stand the plot. The seemingly philosophical conversations between the protagonists Jack and Weegee are basically Jack's self-satisfaction and self-justification. By elevating himself and amplifying his pain and love, it seems that he feels that he feels the nothingness of this world and his life. The absurdity, but what he actually seeks in atrocities is social satisfaction. Tricked middle-aged women, performed pua on Simple, made Simple scream before he died, showed his kindness to his "unhappy" family before shooting them, showed his magnanimity by counting to 12 and fired shots, he was immersed in In self-play, one gives oneself the power and arrogance of the superior. These are actually obtainable in social life, but apparently all of this can be obtained much more effortlessly by strangling others and shooting.
Vigie's presence at the end is a nice twist, but it's not magical enough for me to think it's real, I'm more inclined to think it's a fantasy -- and in that fantasy, through In a flash of inspiration before his death, he finally built his ideal house, and as a human enlightener, he provided inspiration to people outside the real world, saw hell, and ridiculed mankind's ineffective exploration of hell. (These are still his imaginations. He thinks that he is superior to others, and it is the embodiment of his belief that evil and art are closely linked. Through this fantasy, he raised his evil deeds to a religious point of view, and used the mysterious Satan for himself. endorsement.)
But in the end he falls into lava, the result of a combination of the powerlessness of fantasy and the shadow of reality. Just like when a person is dreaming, standing on a cliff, always thinking about not falling off the cliff, but always falling down by the temptation of the dark vortex. His capture was an unsustainable dream, falling straight into the lava.
If it were a magical world with a hole in the floor like that, I think I'd rush into the screen and kill Jack before the hole appeared. His subsequent visit to hell (especially in the clothes of a missionary) made him seem a little disgusting, as if he had attained an epiphany after years of asceticism, glorifying the perpetrator and seeing his death as a religious manifestation. ok? I didn't feel the crazy magic in him. In short, he didn't deserve it. He was a cowardly villain. He only had the labels he created. Philosophy and religion are his excuses. In all fairness, we were all lambs in his eyes, and he was the hunter, we were brutally killed, taxidermied, ridiculed for stupidity, but the hunter broadened his horizons and kept us on our way. Dedication, I do not accept this arrangement.
PS: I am so distressed that I am "unhappy".
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