The saddest movie I saw today. Take medicine and you will see the real room, full of blood, meat, cat and dog feces. The girl's head will not open her mouth to speak, she will not smile at him like a friend. Mr. Cat and Mr. Dog kept silent like ordinary pets, stopped giving advice and stayed with him. A lonely world, a crazy world. To escape loneliness, throw away pills in the sewer.
He was a good man, but he killed a lot of people, and if not stopped, he would kill more. The psychiatrist did not help him, did not save him from the brink of despair, is this a mediocre psychiatrist? But the doctor seems to have done a good job,
To analyze how he committed the crime from the perspective of a mental patient, such a perspective seems to excuse the criminal, but analysis from this perspective is rare, at least trying to help some audiences to "put yourself in the place" to consider the mental patient. .
When the psychiatrist asked the police not to hurt him as much as possible, the police said that they could only give priority to ensuring their own safety. He felt contradictory when he saw this. In the usual way, every time I see a murder case that the suspect has a mental problem as a defense, I often feel angry without thinking. But after watching this movie, I can't help but think that it may be reasonable to use mental illness to demand a reduction in criminal charges. He also wants to be a good person, but he just failed and he is sick. Maybe he deserves to be given a second chance, a chance to live again, at least not to be sentenced to death.
When thinking like this, I feel the pull of moral judgment. Who on the victim's side can give them a second chance?
When he is in a "normal" state, what he sees in front of him is false, the bright and clean room is false, the head with the smell of a baby is false, and the talking pet is false. However, he has these falsehoods, once How to continue living apart. I am lonely, not loved by my parents, not accepted by my colleagues, living alone in the world, the one who speaks the most is my psychiatrist, and no one cares even if I die.
How to confirm that the life in front of you is true and not false. I can only pray for my "normal", just like everyone else.
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