We can see this dilemma: from animal to human, human to animal again, every change in it is ugly.
The ugliness of changing from a human to an animal is due to the fact that every copulation is a kind of consumption. Coitus is an act that points only to itself and is devoured by itself. From needing to getting rid of needs, from needing to getting rid of needs, the antidote to tediousness itself is numbing enough. It is anonymous. She is Eve and you are Adam, and the taste for love can vary from person to person, but the euphoria and exhaustion of climaxing is a manifestation of the oneness that existed in the ancient collective consciousness. Something strong, and anti-traditional empirical aesthetics, is needed to defend against this attrition, but if brave enough to ask the source, which Paul already states two-thirds of the way through the film: 'You are alone, alone , until you die, you can't get rid of this feeling of loneliness. . . But until you get into Death's asshole, you go straight into his asshole to see the embryo of fear. ', all the reckless sexual intercourse like forgetting one's identity in an empty room, and none of them walk into the feast of death at the end.
From animals to human ugliness, it is even more complicated. Sex is so real that after or before it is questioned, all the exchanges that turn against it: identity, name, past, connection to society, family, where does its depth point. Naturally, human beings are inevitably bound by the felt hat of society, and like marriage in society, all the services aimed at such fortresses are reciprocal in nature, and then answer in the words of vulgar Paul: 'You need great warriors , to build a fortress to hide in, so that you don't feel scared, lonely, and empty. It won't be long before he needs you to help him build a fort, from your boobs, smile, fur and smell, a place where he feels safe and comfortable. A place where he can worship his penis. '
The further ugliness is that Jeanne's behavior can be reflected, 'It's like a piece of raw red meat with shit and blood, with a disgusting that can't be swallowed, when a person is in a place with a symbol, it can almost be dismembered. In the society and community, the assholes and farts are purely natural things, this kind of exposure is regarded as filth, this kind of twisted transformation from animal to human being driven on the side of a madman and purified like the white face of a corpse The wall can only be less of a heresy in the passage from man to animal again. Of course, the person outside the wall goes there to peep, if not reduced to the mirror image of the person in the wall, his peeping target always deviates from the heart of mice, stains, zombies, butter and farts. What they need is to linger around some experimental results and a weird human experience, while the process remains anti-human. '
Marlon Brando's performance was fantastic. Such men are a wonderful tragedy in themselves. The problem for women is how to face such a primitive uncivilized and stubborn man who is full of (sexual) charm and violence. They (after everything), the experience of boredom, in a body filled with nothingness and a penis, inevitably feels faster and more directly than the average person, violently - 'I may have spent my time in a hard chair with hemorrhoids For the rest of my life, make an otherwise boring story even more boring'. Their experience and suffering are so immediate that it is incomprehensible to understand them and to be understood by them. Without their masculine side, they'd be pretty boring, the barely-adorned note that would pierce a woman's ears, head, body, heart. These stories are deep and endless loops, and if you've experienced them, you'll know what I'm talking about. - Primitive in front of civilization is always the giver. Even this giving, through traditional need, has been reduced to receiving.
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