But he is the most hypocritical, and his depravity stems from a sincere dedication to a hypocritical life. So he brought many calamities to himself, and many pains gathered in him. He indulged in it, pain became a tool for showing off, and depravity became a means of hypocrisy.
Everything about him is a show. It would be superficial to separate his slump before he got the idea of killing him from the excitement after he had it. The second murder was a necessary product of murder, but murder was a necessary product of all his previous immersion. It's an inseparable, coherent narrative. This important coherence is what Woody Allen has deliberately portrayed—this is not a film about depravity, this is a film about hypocrisy. Without the first half, there would be no hypocrisy in the true sense - the fear of admitting that murder is not hypocrisy, claiming to have lost the enthusiasm for life and even willing to commit suicide in a high profile in front of others, but unwilling to face the tragic ending alone in the contempt of former admirers, It is profound hypocrisy. Taking loneliness as a motto, but not being able to accept abandonment, is the real hypocrisy, the dark side that Woody Allen wants to dig out of everyone's life.
To pierce his hypocrisy must start with his smug philosophy of life - he builds a philosophical wall for himself that seems to fit perfectly, but in the end the wall is too low and his level is too stinky. Life is as charming as his whitewashed talent, but it doesn't stand up to scrutiny. It is not like a tree with deep roots, which leaves countless people in the sun, but it is like a dandelion. The beautiful moment needs the proof of others. After the flying catkins are scattered, nothing can be left. Although he seems to have a rich heart, he is the life clown who can't be alone and can't escape the attention of others. Others are his oxygen, and others are his hell.
His philosophy is weak, unable to break free from the fall to hell with the knowledge of a wise man, that is to say, he who flaunts loneliness and wisdom, fears not only true loneliness, but also true wisdom. Emma Stone said to him at the end, I don't have enough intelligence to refute your ghost theory, ironically he himself, without enough intelligence to maintain the face of a wise man, push himself into the abyss of others. If he really had some wisdom, he probably knew his fears in his heart - this deep hypocrisy, probably connected with his deep inferiority complex - this is the only reason we can pity him, because who of us doesn't Fear of being abandoned and ridiculed?
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