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One of the top ten of the year
Derick 2022-03-23 09:02:03
This is the best James McAvoy movie I've seen, especially the evil laugh with tears at the end. Compared to the average movie about "scumbags addicted to drugs and sex with no other hope", the image of "scumbags" is sublimated, the incompetent husband regains his wife's love, the detective of drug and sex overdose Dressed in a neat uniform and accompanied by Radio Head's Creep, Bruce stomped on the stool after his last hope was dashed, ending everything neatly. The director's camera language is also in place. On Christmas Eve, when Bruce stared at the shop window, the warm yellow tones in the window contrasted with the cool green of the street he was in, reflecting the life he wanted to live with. Helpless comparison of reality.
Extended Reading
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Bruce Robertson: See, every time a woman drops her trousers: promotion. Every time a man drops theirs: disciplinary action. Where's the equality in that?
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Bruce Robertson: The games are always, repeat always, being played. But nobody plays the games like me. Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson, soon to be Detective Inspector Bruce Robertson. You just have to be the best, and I usually am. Same rules apply.
[releases a small fart in room of fellow candidates]