The concept of this film is mostly extreme in mainstream film reviews, and many people feel that after watching it, it is crazy, and it is difficult for them to achieve it.
Personally, I think this movie is right on my way.
Maybe I am a very extreme person.
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Burst! Drummer
"Bumper" is the best movie I've seen all year, words can't say enough about its greatness.
Articulates an ultimate concept: be the greatest, or nothing.
The protagonist of the story, Neiman, believes that even if he is a great drummer at the age of 35 and is talked about after dinner by later generations, it is far better than living to the age of 90 and no one will remember it.
This idealistic mother was dressed in cruel reality and poured bloody blood into a bowl of Hollywood chicken soup for the soul.
It feels right.
No one says success is joy. There is no natural success in this world, and there is no such thing as a great pancake. To put it bluntly, you can exchange your life and your beauty. The ultimate success requires the ultimate evil. It's not brocade clothes and jade food at all. If your success is to fuck a tender model at the age of 35, fuck you, you are not worthy of greatness.
Greatness is the ultimate in anger.
The unwillingness to fate and the pursuit of ideals are by no means playful.
Fletcher was right, this mean-spirited Motherfucker, the supreme mentor, and for the first time this film made the top seeker a real, lonely, ununderstood, furious, extreme, but great, It's great, and he won't give you a laurel for being amiable, and he won't throw away your glory just because you're a devil.
To be great, or at least one of greatness, is not just talk.
He may ruin your life. Some people say that what greatness can get, it is very likely that you will get nothing, but greatness itself is the highest manifestation of life. In the eyes of all those who pursue the peak, they undoubtedly express their hearts. .
I'm not angry with the horse for the sake of fresh clothes, let alone returning home. You have your morals, and I have my madness. Becoming a part of history and a moment to remember is itself a sublime manifestation of self-worth.
I don't give a shit, but I wanna.
And this process will be slaughtering with blood and bones. It is not so beautiful at all, there will be no superpowers, and there will be no noble people. There will only be self-persecution over and over again, accompanied by hardships and pains. Walking with fire and storm, this is never cute, never gentle, it is the knife scraping the skin, the coal burning the eyeball.
Extreme pain, extreme success, because you want, you have to trade your life for it.
It's a bit extreme, but it's true.
The best thing about this film is that it is not like a simple Hollywood inspirational story. The male protagonist becomes a dark horse in a short period of time, or he is born with extraordinary talents. Without a halo, I can't see the so-called so-called positive energy.
If you want to win, trade your life for it.
This is the cruelest and most real inspiration I have ever seen. It is the holy lotus in the towering cliff in the true sense. , I am afraid it is normal to be covered in blood, but is this terrible? It is too terrible, so after all, great people are a minority.
When Neiman ditched his girlfriend to pursue drumming, I had an infinite understanding because of paranoia.
Run like a crazy horse, fast, fast, no one will wait for you, Fletcher is right, the most hurtful sentence in the world is good job.
Good job, oh, I'm doing pretty well, I'm almost there.
No no no! Far from it, you are far from angry, and far from enlightened, your dreams and efforts are nothing but cheap fairy tales.
You son of bitch.
I like this movie, I saw the protagonist Neiman's eyes full of FUCK YOU, with the dense classical, blood fell on the drumsticks, he said FUCK! FUCK!
This is another realm of madness. Anyone who wants to be great should look at this angry monument. We will surely walk on a road covered with blood and blades. There is a vulgar lyric sung just right. - No one succeeds easily.
The blood-splattered drum set, the cracked tiger's mouth, I'm fucking number one.
I could even hear Neiman roar.
It's real anger, anger at life, anger at life, I'm going to be first, fast, faster.
I think of some of the people I interviewed, the failures in life, we can simply classify them as 3 points.
1. Not enough effort
2. No talent
3. Hard work, talent, but no luck.
Most of the people I have met are 1, but they think they are 3, including me, I often think so, complacent, and say good job to myself, but in fact, we are all 1.
We simply don't work hard enough to compete with people for talent, and we take it for granted that our failures are just a lack of luck.
We're the Mother fucker in Fletcher's mouth, and we're still complacent.
The greatness in this world, the success in the world, can't be achieved overnight.
The so-called twists and turns and cheats under the cliff are all tricks in the story to deceive readers, and the real world is to see blood.
"Blacking Drummer," the best of the year.
Cruel inspiration, inspiration and chicken soup are originally two things. The real inspiration is to be knocked down, get up, covered in blood, deaf and blind, and at the end of success, it is very likely that you will get nothing.
Chances are, you too will die early.
But the fire is yours. If you say that if you want to burn a mountain, you have to prepare the consciousness to burn yourself to death.
Fire is coming.
Be the greatest, or nothing.
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