Specific to this film, the gloomy mood in the first half and the terrifying rhythm made me think it was another introspective film. Who knew that the speed suddenly accelerated later, and the old man showed his great power and singled out the crowd. The sophistication of the means left the police helpless; the cruelty of the torture dwarfed the US military in Guantanamo, which made people addicted. However, there is nothing more than these, and the second half is basically a cop movie. Originally, if we could dig deeper into the deep-seated causes of this social antagonism, it would bring the film to a higher level. It's a pity that the director only used a rhetorical question from the female detective to raise this question. After a few tries, it was like scratching the itch, and the final impression left on the person could only be the whole plot of revenge. In fact, the biggest attraction of the whole film, I think, is the confrontation between the police and the gangsters in the East District, but it still only stays on the description of violence.
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