In hard movies, clichés are still allowed, and it is enough to concentrate on dealing with capable tyranny. Whether it is a turbulent violation, a blood-splattered gunshot, or a classical fighting, it must present the weight of the force and reaction of the cold weapon era, and reproduce the truths of various classical mechanics. The soundtrack is best to forget, the documentary is deliberately quiet. By the way, which movie now dared to release a symphony to catch the audience? In the 21st century, it has gone from silent to sound, to silent.
This film is quite distinct, with the first half full of tenderness and the second half full of tyrannical. The scene where Brandon was demolished was like lighting a series of firecrackers. Chase after the violence. It's exciting. The director's approach is simple, but of course, there is a kind of shock and sympathy in it. So that I want to cry twice.
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