At about 5 minutes into the opening, the film can arouse nervousness in the audience. Especially when Dave got in that car and the two partners watched him away. From then on, the trajectory of life will move in an unpredictable direction, just like those balls falling into the sewer, no one can guess. How to avoid it.
Destiny is destiny, like a black hole with a big mouth open, whoever wants to swallow it and how it swallows it is the final decision.
I originally thought that this was a story about how the brothers who had no grudges when they were young went to a state of anti-purpose step by step, especially when I saw that these were three friends. The three-person relationship is another triangle. Whether in love or friendship, it is the favorite triangle structure of screenwriters or directors.
I thought it was another "Blood on the Street" story, but fortunately it was not.
Dave, who had been violated when he was a child, did not turn his mind into a sinful twist. He has not become the pervert that people expected. But this painful memory also carries a strong blow-this kind of injury will always stay in the state of his childhood: still wearing a baseball cap, still being loyal, and still loving to play. This kind of shadow accompanies him, making him always treat everyone and things with a skeptical attitude, so he keeps lying to protect himself. But lying could not protect him, because what was distorted was the eyes of the people around him. They put on colored glasses and began to position themselves wrongly, including their closest wife. This is the greatest cruelty. He escaped the claws of the wolves, but he could not escape the suspicion of his wife.
The focus of this movie is not on the process of investigating the case, on who is guilty, or on whether the murderer has been punished. It can make people uncomfortable in the chest, tight and stuffy, and it's all because we have witnessed the whole process of how a normal boy was destroyed, persecuted, killed, covered up, and forgotten. Because of this, his death is more sigh than the death of the 19-year-old girl.
Some balls cannot be missed, some characters cannot be engraved at will, and some cars cannot be credulously and then boarded.
It's a pity that fate is like a mysterious river. It chooses where to flow and whether to wash people clean or submerge them.
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