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deep eyes. Deeply implying painful decree lines. Shining neon and colorful lights on the wide road. The piercing sound of the police siren at midnight makes the trance thoughts floating in the night sky restless. This is the beginning of the story.
The emergency work at midnight and the repeated failures over the past few months left him in a daze. The car passed through the empty street, and the street name and task were heard from the walkie-talkie again and again... the vehicle kept going back and forth. Busy midnight. The upside-down life...
"Clear! Clear! Clear!" The constant electric shocks forcefully pulled the soul back into the body. I also believe that sprits leaving the body and not wanting to be pulled back... the soul is annoyed at the end of life. The soul of the old Bok would just look at his body from the window and wait for the end, looking at the pictures and the crying of relatives in the room of grief, and would not be called back again. Even if you play the music you love during your lifetime, what if you are struggling again and again in the cold world for a brief period of pain, why should your soul be so imprisoned?
That is the street where he grew up. In his eyes, it is full of ghosts. Wet road. Shaking lights. The gloomy eyes of passers-by. Ghosts wander around and are homeless. He always sees Rose, sees Rose on anyone's face... the homeless young woman who lost her first aid opportunity because of his mistake. Her pale and mysterious face appeared on anyone's face, stabbing in his heart one after another.
"These souls are part of the job, and there are more or less ghosts in every corner. The eyes of the dead, the cry of the beloved. All the bodies will be marked. People who have just died can feel it. I can feel it. I can bear it. Now it is a more savage, unformed ghost that haunts me. Killing, suicide, overdose, condemning me for being there..." Car accidents, sicknesses, shootings, suicides, drunkenness... so many souls are there. Struggling on the line of life and death. Waiting to be saved, or refuse to be saved.
He feels bad. Five to six in the morning was when he first spotted Rose. She fell on the sidewalk, breathing nothing. Accustomed to nightmares, he began to be entangled by ghosts when he was awake. All the patients died in his own hands, and his conscience was always restless. He drank daily to paralyze himself, and only ate very little food. Tell yourself that maybe soon this guilt will dissipate, and he will save someone's life, thereby saving himself; maybe soon he will fall asleep like others.
Everyone is struggling. Those who were eager to die couldn't die, but those who wanted to survive died. The soul struggles to leave the body, but is drawn back again and again by the love of the family. He is also struggling in his guilt-filled work. Escape is useless.
"Put down your poison pipe. Put down your poison pipe and wine bottle. High heels and short skirts, stock dividends... God said. If you find an innocent person, one is fine, and I will forgive..." The hustle and bustle of the city at night. There is no cure for the impatient people. They argue, show off, fight... keep bleeding before your eyes.
"I began to understand that my role is not to save lives, but to witness. I am just a mop that erases grief. I just need to show up." I like his words very much. Erasing the sad mop, appearing silently, silently, and then doing a little bit of responsibility... It's helpless and powerless. Seeing the soul come and go, in fact, people can't control so much. He is not so superstitious about God, but hopes that he can save the world like an almighty God, thereby saving himself. This is just an ideal.
Wandering in the night where ghosts gather. The fire of the soul went out, leaving the ashes of the messy body. He was just such a mop that quietly witnessed, gradually panicking in his heart, and his face was abominable. "You need the help of the Holy Spirit!" Mark said. Everyone is looking for some kind of power to calm themselves down. Does religion really have such power for anyone?
It's killing me seeing him fight like that. Mary said. Old Bok's soul is so stubborn. He is a fighter. Whether he is alive or on the verge of death, he is always struggling with his own opinion. Mary hates seeing others get tied up. I was almost about to loosen the rope that bound his father... Mary is another story. "Nuns and drug addicts make no difference to me." Taking drugs is an escape. Hurt yourself and pamper yourself. Stop taking drugs and return to reality, the world is still the same. "It's great to be drunk, and it's terrible to be sober. Frank said. After taking the
"Oasis" medicine, he hallucinated. Fast-driving vehicles. People who died innocently. Quickly flashed in front of his eyes. Souls descended from the ground one after another. He stretched out his hand for help. And he was like an almighty God, saving them one by one. He saw Rose again. Their first encounter. She died in front of him again. Rose, my name, Rose. She said weakly. My name. On the cold street corner where Xiaoxue was flying, her face was slightly swollen. Hope to survive but died helplessly. He looked at the hanging bloody ribs. Screamed...
The city is burning! He said. He can't sit down quietly and enjoy a cup of coffee. Just because Rose's ghost is always watching. He has to save something. "The death toll has skyrocketed, but they can't see their faces in the smoke. Go back, sinners! Go back to drug use... Go back to gambling, use condoms... Go to divorce, sex clubs, drink martinis, go back to watch sexy wrestling, engage in politics..." He has to save something in this mediocre city. (I always think, movies The high crime rate in is just a scene, not a theme.)
Back to the oasis. Red blood. Silvery white beating fish scattered all over the place. This scene is very dreamy. It is not easy to survive. When almost everyone doesn't care about your life or death, you tell yourself that you should survive. In this sinful and beautiful city. "I keep thinking about how tough my father was. Now I know he had to be like that, to make us tough. Cause this city, it will kill you if you're not strong enough." Mary said.
"No, this city treats everyone equally, no one is spared."
He rescued the drug dealer, mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration rescued Noel, who was as dirty as a beggar, and let him leave the endangered 17-time old Bok calmly. Rose finally calmed down in his heart. Mary hugged him, he slept so deeply for the first time...
life and death are no more than a line. People still have to keep going wherever they go. Fighting hard, being responsible for the souls of yourself and others... In the
film, Elmer Bernstein’s music is very good, the black humor elements make the film not too depressing, and Nicholas Cage’s performance is very good. I saw a lot of feelings, but the writing was very messy.
Attached movie information:
□ Original name of the movie: Bringing Out The Dead
□ Translation of the movie: Alternative Lover/ Shuttle Ghost Gate/ Shuttle Between Yin and Yang/ Midnight Kill
□ Director: Martin Scorsese
□ Main actor: Nicolas Cage (Nicolas Cage)
Patricia Arquette,
John Goodman,
Ving Rhames
Tom Sizemore (Tom Sizemore)
Marc Anthony
Mary Beth Hurt (Mary Beth Hurt)
Cliff Curtis (Cliff Curtis)
□ Film type: Horror film
□ Film evaluation: ★★★
□ Introduction:
Production year 1999
category Drama
United States
running time 121
graded UK: 18 / USA: R
Synopsis:
with piercing siren chirping and flashing lights, speeding ambulance penetrate the night in New York, the driver of the car was on night duty Doctors, they always have to face many dead or dying patients at work. Many nights, they are always exhausted at the end of work, almost dragging their broken bodies across the road home. .
Nicholas Cage plays such a doctor Frank Pierce in this film. For more than ten years, he has been accustomed to a nightlife full of dead and wounded, rescuing patients time and time again, but most of them are watching patients rescue. Ineffective and died, the shadow of life leaving the body continued to spread in his heart, making him feel suffocated and collapsed. The film unfolds along the line of Frank's work, describing the story of his return from the edge of a nervous breakdown during 56 hours of work for two days and three nights.
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