I have always been disgusted with writing so-called movie reviews or discussing a movie vigorously. It is really disgusting for the rhetoric of pseudo-technical intellectuals. I just want to talk about zombies, about those unbearable loneliness and loneliness.
I often wonder what a good film is. I can watch the 3-star works with great joy, and the 4-star works are worth watching again and again. What about the perfect 5 star work.
A movie can have a hundred techniques, a thousand themes, and a thousand plots. But perhaps, all of these are just to illustrate a certain human emotion, or even just a subtle emotion for that moment. Whether it is to go to the past or the future across thousands of years, whether it blurs the reality or the illusion makes me dazzled, the truly excellent works must have constructed a world, a period of time, something called the realm in China, fierce It pulled me into the whirlpool of the author's emotions, and ignited so many flames in my heart, a flame that could not be extinguished even by the heavy rain all over the world.
How lonely people are. I often feel that I am the only one left on this blue planet. But sadly, I'm not the only survivor. It's just that the distance between me and you is separated by many zombies and many towering roofs. If you don't want to come, I dare not go. The more lively places, the more I feel out of place. My heart longs for someone to push the door open in my heart, but when this person appears at the door, I can't guarantee that I won't hurt you. When you are gone and I am alone, I will fantasize about your possibilities. I take it step by step, and choose the safest and safest way. Only then did I know that the most terrifying thing in this world is not zombies, but loneliness. A zombie can eat everything, but it can't eat loneliness.
The scope of action that fate bestows on a person is often so limited, we seem to be free, and countless poisonous chicken soup tells us that life has no limit, and we meet a better self every day. In fact, fate only gave a small room, a pile of zombies with no end in sight. You must follow its rules, you must tread on thin ice. Is it to endure the loneliness and safe to hide in a small corner, or can't bear the loneliness in my heart to explore the seductive unknown. Life is really lonely. When I can't stand it, I can only talk to myself, even if I am another zombie in my heart. Maybe one day he will eat you, maybe one day you will leave him to find the warmth that hurts you but you really yearn for in your heart.
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