If you can survive such a blow, it would be damn good.
If you not only survived after such a blow, but the big problem has disappeared with that shot, and you also picked up a girl...Wait, this is a movie, right?
Insomnia is easier than being awake, following is easier than being independent, bleeding is easier than tearing, it is easier to fuck with an unknown girl until dawn than touching the soul of others and oneself, only lying and frankness are as easy. Are they equally cheap? Or is it worth cherishing?
You can be two, one command, one follow, one torture, one answer, one renegade, one stubborn. When Brad Pitt's face suddenly disappeared, I felt my sincere admiration for David Fincher. It takes courage to be a second person, and to face all of myself, it takes more courage.
Constantly asking questions, and constantly being vigilant, you are not your job, not the numbers in your bank, not the clothes you wear, and not the burden in your wallet.
So who are you?
You are a cleaner, a gas station boy, a waiter in a restaurant, a dead white-collar worker in a cubicle, a little policeman with only two stars, a white powder girl with gothic makeup, cut off your testicles and grow a pair of big breasts Man. You can’t be wealthy and you can’t be a rock star. You stop looking at the loft and look at the IKEA catalog. Your ex-wife has a baby with someone else, and you have sexual desire but no testicles. You beat yourself to blood, take a whole bottle of sleeping pills, make soap with human fat in the middle of the night and sell it back to their owner, pour nitroglycerin into computer cases in all specialty stores, and play with a big one. Blow up all bank databases.
Then what?
Besides letting my head be blown up like a tomato, is there any other answer?
Still on any flight, bus, taxi, or any escalator, I woke up suddenly, I don't know if I fell asleep just now or turned into another self. There seems to be no difference.
You have no answer, nor does David Fincher.
He can only let the wind leak from your gunshot throat, and take a girl by the hand to watch the biggest firework, the lights are on, and you and my faces are white and white.
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