Quentin's debut, the film is only one and a half hours long. Compared with many of his subsequent films, it is particularly short and powerful. The nonlinear narrative style and the overlap of time make each frame of footage contain a lot of information. It is the first time I watched it. This film, many of the details may not have time to notice, but Quentin's film itself is an emotional expression, every time I watch his film, I feel that his film is very musical, like a dancing drunk , crazy, crazy, but there is no lack of romance. Unlike standard Hollywood-style movies, the turning point of the plot is no longer the exact golden ratio, and it can appear anywhere as long as the need arises.
Going back to the movie itself, the plot itself is extremely simple, telling the story of five robbers after the robbery, but Quentin turned him out. The five robbers have very different personalities. Some are narcissistic, some are righteous, some are perverted, and some are scheming. The one I hate the most when watching movies is the egoist. He is selfish and spineless. The "professinal" robbers seem to have no real talent. But when I saw the end, when he walked out of that door, I suddenly realized that it was me, and I have to admit, if I were one of the five of them, I would have all the same reactions as him, because I'm professinal, only I care about that bag of diamonds, I'm trembling to protect myself. As for the others, they are either immersed in their own fantasies and unable to extricate themselves, or succumbed to the pity of their hearts, or are angry because of their own suspicions, only he, Mr.pink, walked out of that door and escaped the madness The fire and, withdrew.
The climax of the story happens when Mr.orange screams, I'm fucking dead! There is so much grief and anger in it, his end is doomed when he walks out of the room with that ring, but, until I When I saw the scene where he was shot, I truly felt the grief and anger. Countless scenes came one after another. Who would have thought that such a cunning policeman would finally be defeated by a passerby who only appeared for three seconds. On the body, and all this happened without warning, like the male number one in the pulp novel who was shot down as soon as he came out of the toilet, and the rescued Django, who was shot in the chest by a pocket pistol. The sound of sirens echoed, dizzying. No logic, no mercy, this may be the charm of Quentin's films.
In the end, White held Orange in his arms and poured out his heart. Comfort is more like a father's protection of his children. It is the bottom line after he has done all the bad things in his life. He strives to protect the most cherished things in his heart. This feeling, orange can no longer bear, choked out the truth of the matter, no one can bear this fact, the two Reservoir Dogs can only curl up together, tormented forever by their actions.
As for us, we can only sit silently in front of the screen, sighing at the beauty of the world, complaining about the ruthlessness of the world, cursing the warmth and coldness of human feelings, then straighten our clothes and walk out the door.
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