Beauty is pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the mind and body. Violence, followed by nausea and terror. Needless to say, the two are not the same category.
I don't know where the term "violence aesthetics" came from and who started it. These four-word comments now appear wherever Quentin Tarantino is mentioned.
Although I have doubts about the concept and can't stand some overly bloody and brutal scenes, I still think Reservoir Dogs is a very interesting, clever, and well-spoken movie.
The story is simple. A boss gathered a group of people to grab diamonds, got caught in an ambush by the police, died and was injured, and fled back to the assembly point. Around the traitor, the rest of the people were entangled, and finally because of a policeman who was caught, all of them died. The only surviving professional thief, Mr.Pink, took the diamond and ran away.
Except for the eldest and the eldest son, several thieves do not know each other. To be safe, the eldest uses gold, brown, blue, pink, white, and orange as the code names for each person. Here, Quentin seems to be giving everyone an English class, which makes it feel like it's just a game.
Chattery conversation. This is a great feature of Quentin. There is almost no break in the characters chattering. At the beginning, a bunch of messy and even some incomprehensible small talk, this group of thieves was like a group of ordinary people drinking afternoon tea on an ordinary day.
In the film, Quentin seems to be consciously or unintentionally normalizing the unusual. This normalization of the unusual can be seen everywhere in the film. The final death finale pushes it to the extreme.
All are equal before death. Just so casually, after a few shots, whether you are the boss, whether you are a good boy, whether you are a father or a son, just disappeared from this world!
After watching the whole film, one sentence: Salute to professional Mr. Pink!
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