The first half is funny and absurd; the second half is sad and depressing.
Express it in a cheerful tone. The characters are upbeat, the plot is hilarious, the dialogue is entertaining, the soundtrack is upbeat, the editing is fast-paced, but I can't be happy. The more the characters in the picture are gags, the more thieves make trouble, the more unhappy they are
In the beginning, Joe was like a clown, dressed in an out of place denim outfit, radio in hand, flashy boots hidden by leggings, and proudly shouting that he was going to be a gigolo, in this New York City In the city, he looked absurd and comical. From a small Texas village, he is kind and simple, and he rampages against the racism and selfish indifference of New York City with the self-confidence innocence of chewing gum and the slogan of I'm going to be a dancer. Even though he was poor and precarious, he could not see through the ugliness and despair in this society. Blind self-confidence, blindly and simply want to make big money by being a dancer.
Dustin Hoffman plays Rizzo, a diminutive, cunning and sophisticated thief. He would wear a shoddy suit over a dirty black jumper, limping through the streets of New York with his deformed, stubborn feet.
He tricked Joe into introducing Joe to a business with old gay men. He also took in Joe in his messy, greasy room that had been abandoned by the demolition. He is like a mouse on the streets of New York, stubbornly living in the shadow of New York's feasting and feasting. Like the mouse, he made a living by petty theft, and he was different from the mouse. He had two legs, but there were two crippled feet underneath. He liked to smoke and kept a few loose matchsticks in his pocket. For him, he could light his cigarette wherever he went. He would bring the match close to his clothes, and after an extremely capable and smooth movement, the cigarette was lit. It doesn't have to be clothes, bed sheets at home can also be used, and many things can be used. Also because he likes to smoke, he will cough from time to time, fever and sweat from time to time, but he still smokes. Smoking seems to be a way for him to find a sense of self-existence and to prove his dignity.
In order to survive, he helps Joe go to the hotel to hook up with the lonely old women of the upper class. Watching Joe walk into the hotel, he fantasizes about making a lot of money and waiting for me to party on the seaside beach in Miami, where he was born. No longer lame, he and Joe are running on the beach, laughing with the simple and happy people by the sea, no cars, no darkness under neon lights, no poverty and pain, no indifference, no discrimination. They are surrounded by beauty and joy...
Joe was kicked out of the hotel. Joe went to sell blood to buy milk and bread, and Rizzo became more crippled, and his walking was not as stubborn as before, but became stooped and slow. But they still walked side by side on the streets of New York.
Joe was invited to a party and Rizzo went too. There are all kinds of people gathered here. Two or three people pat them indifferently. Joe and Rizzo go to talk, but the guy behind the camera just says they can eat the food for free. The image and its manipulators coldly record this grotesque group of people who are out of sync with this society. Joe found a deal here, too, with an old woman for $20. This is the first money he made in New York.
When Joe's gigolo career was just picking up, Rizzo was ill and couldn't walk. He was dying, he didn't want to see a doctor, he wanted to go back to Miami. Joe took him there. On the way to Miami, Joe buys beach clothes and puts Rizzo in new clothes. He throws away his cowboy boots and jacket, and tells Rizzo that he's going to change jobs here and live a good life.
With only a few minutes to go to Miami, Rizzo slumped against the window with his eyes open.
The director did not forget to satirize this society at the end.
I'm screwed.
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