If an omnipotent scientist who can even clone and create life is lost The ability to dream, how bad is that, worse than the fact that his brain is separated from his body, living in a fish tank, suffering from repeated migraines, and yearning for someone to talk to him every day, than the fact that his beautiful wife is cursed to be nothing but grasshoppers The tragedy of the knee-high dwarf is more cruel than the 6 test tubes that look exactly the same The son who can tell stories and sing on the sewing machine has the regret of severe narcolepsy. If you don't know what a dream is like for the rest of your life Thing, how fast that gets old!
In this dank and dilapidated fantasy city with no sunlight and only a green and turbid sea, there are all kinds of lonely and mutilated souls floating around, such as ugly cyclops, conjoined twin sisters, bald-headed science madmen who are prematurely old, and smokers. The killer fat man, six clones, the dwarf princess, the little loli Mia, the big whaler Aichi, you must sigh how the director can find so many strange characters. Each of them came from a different island or even a planet, and came with a kind of loneliness, living dirty and evil as if there was no future. Maybe the past life was too plain, and this life is to be a monster, in the green and rotten Submerged in seawater for a lifetime.
Goodness is like sunshine, a source of imagination. Mia, who is mature like an adult, and the innocent big man, Ayi, really began to depend on each other. The green sweater was tied with a red skirt at one end, and it was slowly unraveled, holding the running little angel in his hand. The kind big man is dumb, not very good at speaking, but is extremely loyal and reliable. He not only changed Mia, but also changed the addict who kills with fleas, even Uncle Aiwen in the fish tank shouted: The soul cannot be cloned.
Genet used his ingenious hands to create an oil painting-like dream, with a dark humor, a mixture of good and evil, and the immortality of kindness. He found pure love in the broken sacks in the garbage heap, hope of resurrection in the tears before death, and sketched the tenderness of fairy tales in the cold and grotesque science laboratory. Evil and virtue are the materials for his creation, and even art is useless in the face of justice and love.
The doomsday comes quietly, the seal is lifted, and we welcome it with our strong wings. Wilde said that we are all in the gutter, but there are still people looking up at the stars. Yes, although you and I were born alone and in such a bad age, please believe that tomorrow will be better than today.
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