This is a desperate movie. Starting from a small black and red patch somewhere on the body, it continues to expand and grow, aging rapidly, and watching TV with a lover in a blanket has gradually become a luxury. From the beginning of a type of people who are not tolerated by God and the world, they maintain the surface silence but roar fiercely in their hearts, they cannot be brought to the table, the diseases they cause to death even make people feel happy, they can only be extremely humble Trying hard, I can only watch my partner or even my love, twitch and leave in pain. Homosexuality, is it wrong? Some people say that the mistake is that it violates the way of heaven, and it is naturally counteracted by the way of heaven. You can't imagine how much more pain you will have to endure when you go against the sky and against people. So do you still have the courage to continue? I have always wanted to know the truth of this world, and I don't think I will have the answer to my death. movie roles. Love Emma, love her red-eyed expression when the elevator door is closed, love that she takes care of AIDS patients without protective gear, love that her eyes are closed and arms hug tightly when she dances with Ned, love that she loves These desperate people love her rant against the National Institutes of Health controlled by a cowardly government because she knows what it's like to be isolated and has always been isolated, and how she witnesses Ned and Felix's marriage before God with tears in her eyes. I want to bow 10,000 times to those who fought for them based on Emma. Like Ned, like his pride, his rage, his ecstasy and tears, like that kiss he got emotionally overwhelmed at dinner with Felix, like his vehement accusations of everything, like him hoarsely trying to get his brother to admit them It's the same, like him being a little stubborn to take the seriously ill Felix to the Gay Week dance at Yale. I like him because I am like him and not like him. Because if I was in the same era as Ned, I would be like Bruce, who said so many excuses, but I actually hated the fact that I liked the same sex. I like Felix, I like his eyes that make people fall at a glance, like his warm smile, I like that he follows his heart after compromising with the world, and I like his eyes that have not changed when he looks at Ned. He is the person I feel deeply distressed. From his illness to his death, there is not a single frame that does not make me worry. Like Bruce, just because of his forbearance. At dawn, on the Hudson Shores, Ned confessed to Felix. -Felix Turner, would you like to move in with me? -Yes Ned danced excitedly, followed by a few girls cheering, watching the two men in love kiss. At that time, the sky was suffocating blue, and the morning mist was amiable. May every day be like that day.
No fear. No shame.
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