I once had a chat with someone about my preference for movies. He said with a smile that most people who like bloody violence have suppressed emotions in real life and find it difficult to resolve themselves, so they seek release in movies.
I also laughed indisputably.
It's actually quite strange, although in the Mood for Love, I'm still a little girl, and love is too twisted for me, far less than the thrill of spraying blood on the screen, the stimulation of exposed organs, and the mystery layer by layer, and finally I see the answer of enlightenment.
I always hold the attitude that watching horror movies is a serious thing.
A set of comfortable clothes, a suitable angle, just the right amount of light, and a face-to-face expression. Always waiting for the next moment of surprise.
Such viewing attitudes and preferences all stem from SAW.
Before SAW, I didn't even know what genre of movies I preferred.
The speed of the e-Donkey is very weak, and the Chainsaw 7 has been on and off for two weeks. SAW7, is the end of the chainsaw.
It was expected that he should reluctantly and tirelessly deal with the end of SAW. It was a relief after watching it.
The SAW I'm obsessed with, the SAW before SAW3 to be exact.
Every year after that, every time I watch SAW, there seems to be a strange feeling mixed with it. There is eagerness to watch with expectations, and there is resistance due to fear of disappointment. This is a contradiction.
The evaluation of the SAW series, for me, may be the antibody-like peace of mind caused by the increase in the number of such films in recent years. In any case, I am reluctant to admit that this is a trap that SAW itself cannot escape.
So this time, let SAW stop in the most wonderful years.
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