In the end, I didn't buy a movie ticket to watch the last full movie that Paul made before he died.
Some regrets are forever. Like Paul's sudden departure.
In the film, the isolated violent neighborhood was finally restored to normal, and the rioters who were making trouble and drug dealers resumed the lives of ordinary people. The violent neighborhood took the appearance of an ordinary community, and everything was getting better. In a harmony, I understand that the movie of more than 80 minutes is about to end with a happy ending, but my heart is not happy.
I don't want to end, because the reality has ended early, with a speechless joke, realizing that it is not a happy ending.
At the end of the film, Paul's Sheriff Damien drove home safely after the two leading actors punched each other as a symbol of brotherhood. When Damien reached a deal with Damien and arrested the last prisoner, he also quit smoking. The grandfather happily threw away the cigarette he just wanted to smoke, and gave the grandson who made him proud and proud a big and warm hug.
The screen freezes. Paul's photo appeared, and the warm and sunny smile was just as he was in his impression. The subtitle appears, IN LOVING MEMORY OF PAUL WALKER. Tears.
The real Paul couldn't drive home, and there was no one else who could give him a comforting hug.
Don't say "God needs a good driver so Paul went to heaven" those comforting words. We are all ordinary people, we don't want to be gods, we just want to pass a simple life.
So, if you can, hope life is a little less joking.
Late viewing. In these simple words, once again, Paul Walker.
In loving memory of Paul Walker, RIP.
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