The Limits of Control (2009)

Lukas 2022-03-29 09:01:10

It seems "stuffy" but it is actually very good to see

There is no story, but there is no lack of suspense. You know that the male protagonist must have a mission, and if there is no accident, he will kill, although you do not know the specifics; there is no plot, but it is not boring, because there is indeed something that leads you to keep watching. Maybe everything is an illusion or a dream, you see: Except for the person who the male protagonist thinks needs to be in contact with him, other people and things are like the background, and existence seems to not exist. The most obvious or one of the flaws sold by the director is that The male protagonist went to spy on the enemy's castle. He didn't hide it, but the security did not pay attention to him. This is almost the only flaw, and it was intentional. The best part of the film is the exterior, the rolling hills, the Italian-looking and colourful town on the hills of Greece, the Spanish or bohemian old town, and in the middle of it all, there is a Pompadour. Du-style but not steel but cooler glass of modern art museums; naturally, the most beautiful exteriors are framed by train windows, each a painting: national parks, deserts, tropical landscapes, the giants of ancient Rome The canals, ..., it is said that it is the southwestern United States, in fact, it is more mixed and more hallucinatory. Also worth mentioning is the music, the Spanish guitar played and the flamenco danced, so beautiful! You don't have to ask or think about anything.

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  • Mina 2022-03-31 09:01:09

    boring but beautiful

  • Gudrun 2022-03-27 09:01:23

    Keep silent, raise your nostrils, refuse guns and mobile phones, insist on Tai Chi, insist on two cups of coffee, one cup and one cup, and one cup to eliminate communication. Such practice will definitely break the limit and enjoy the nihilistic frivolity of life!

The Limits of Control quotes

  • Mexican: The old men in my village used to say, "Everything changes by the colour of the glass you see it through." Nothing is true. Everything is imagined. Do you know these reflections? For me sometimes the reflection is far more present than the thing being reflected.

  • [last lines]

    American: What is your fucking agenda here?

    [pause]

    American: You people don't understand a fucking thing about how the world really works.

    Lone Man: I understand. But I understand subjectively.

    American: That's fucking nonsense. Your sick minds have been polluted with crap. Your music, movies, science. Fucking bohemians on hallucinogenic drugs. All that shit has poisoned you. And it has nothing to do with the real world. And I suppose you believe that by eliminating me, you will eliminate control over some fucking artificial reality.

    Lone Man: Reality is arbitrary.

    American: Fuck you.