the fucking shit

Jamaal 2022-11-04 14:16:20

I've watched the play, written by father and son playwright, all in a little town of Southwest England, Bristol.

It's really for teenagers, and the biggest feature is the implementation of English swearing from an adjective that has been modified It becomes a gerund that describes reality: the whole episodes are basically no matter who the characters are, regardless of the occasion, full of mouth fucking, fucker, cock, cunt... so that their Bristol children are the most individual, the most flamboyant, and the most unscrupulous... Of course, in my opinion, it is both silly B and pretending to be B. This kind of presumptuousness, or rather a dick, is faked, just like those Wen Qing who pretend to be B who are despised by others, but it is more deliberate, more hypocritical, and more disgusting: you can see in the play Almost no family is normal. A common scene is that a 16-year-old girl sees her father or mother having a good time with another stranger on the big bed of her parents' bedroom...

This is the case with adults, children are even more so. Not to be left behind: The men and women in the 17-year-old are all fucking ugly, handsome, black and white, you fuck my GF, BF, I fuck your GF, BF, and there is no occasion limit, no time limit, no friendship , family, not to mention love...

Almost everyone's life is a mess/shit, in the words of the people in the play who often review themselves, that is, "Why the hell am I screwing everything up again?" You don't have a fucking cover. It's not bad to fuck everywhere without making a babe, why are you complaining?

Another film that reminds me of something similar is the so-called "cruel youth" by Haruki Murakami in Japan: the so-called cruelty is the same as the above: fuck everything that can be fucked or not...

Teenagers like to watch and understand, because They themselves want to accompany the changes of the body, trying to get rid of the role of the good baby, let the thinking of the brain keep up with the hormone secretion of the body... Shock or resist everything that binds their brain or more precisely - the body... …

A middle-aged or middle-aged man writer or playwright who has been a father or a father for many years, is keen to use almost extreme perverted imagination to fabricate those vivid youthful things, the first reaction to me is that his adolescence has not passed. Appropriate sex or love, or almost no sex and love, or only sex or love like incest with his parents... Yes, simply put, he wants to use twisted imagination to make up for even a single satisfying puberty he never had. This Chinese should be very familiar with: For example, 20 years ago, the Chinese who had been repressed for thousands of years suddenly seemed to open up, and desperately used the upper body to speak all kinds of dirty jokes to vent. They were suppressed by social customs. The opening of the lower body... I understand why this is the case in traditionally conservative China, but in the pioneering country of the West that has been free for a hundred years - UK, ho! Is there any congenital physical and psychological trauma to the father and son?

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  • Naomi: I think I'm going away for this summer.

    Emily: Oh.

    Naomi: Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.

    [clears throat]

    Emily: About what?

    Naomi: Let's just be friends, okay?

    Emily: We say that, don't we?

    Naomi: [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.

    [starts to walk off]

    Emily: [beat] I'll miss you

    Naomi: [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]

    [desperately]

    Naomi: I can't stand it. I can't

    [kiss]

    Naomi: .

    Emily: It's okay

    [kiss]

    Emily: It's okay

    [kiss]

    Naomi: Jesus!

    [kiss]

  • Emily: [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.

    Naomi: [laughing] Jesus!

    Emily: Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.

    Naomi: [beat, then serious] What about this one?

    Emily: [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.

    Naomi: That you're gay?

    Emily: I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.

    Naomi: Why would I want to do that?

    Emily: Why not?

    Naomi: Em, it's nobody's business.

    Emily: Why? Who cares what other people think?

    Naomi: Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.

    Emily: What aren't you sure of?

    Naomi: Can't thinks ever be complicated?

    Emily: Fine, you like boys, too.

    Naomi: Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.

    Emily: Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?

    [beat]

    Emily: Come to the ball with me, like we're together.

    Naomi: [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.

    Emily: No, you don't do that!

    [gets dressed]

    Emily: I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?

    [looking around]

    Emily: Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.

    [looking intensely at Naomi, beat]

    Emily: We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?

    [beat]

    Emily: Have fun in Cyprus.