When my dad asked me what kind of mess I was looking at, I spoke English without changing my face, and practiced my listening skills. But God knows that apart from understanding the FUCK, SUCK, etc. swear words that keep appearing in it, the rest are completely subtitles. Even the title I wondered for a long time, how did it translate to this Chinese name?
Of course this is all off-topic.
To be honest, I was really confused when I saw it at the beginning. I explained a lot of characters, some of them still look a bit like, I don't know who is who, and I don't understand at all what they are going to say. Fortunately, watching slowly, the context of the story gradually became clear. At first, there were several lines that seemed completely unrelated, but as we walked, they slowly went in one direction, then intersected, and then twisted together in a mess.
It was probably the last 40 minutes when all the people started to rush to the house of the 4 poor people. The camera keeps switching, and everyone has the expression that Lao Tzu came to settle with you today. From here on, I didn't stop laughing. It's really tragic, it's funny, it's powerful!
But this is not the end. After that, the venue switched and I went to Harry's SEX SHOP. It turned out that all the people went around in a circle, then circled back, and met together. Harry and the sissy man, and two stupid thieves also came to a shopping spree. When the fat man with the axe in his back looked back and saw the so-called southern sissy who was shot by himself with the gun, they said one after another: "What are you doing here?" Such a helpless and really funny remark.
However, this is still not the end. And the sporty guy with the kid and the hapless neighbor boss who followed him furiously. And at the end, when everyone thought that this was the complete finale, the sportsman appeared at the bar again, bringing the price of the two big smoking guns... The last picture of the camera is The guy who was about to throw the gun into the river was holding the bridge railing with one hand, the gun with the other, one foot resting on the bridge rail, and one foot reluctantly on the ground. The phone he had bitten in his mouth was beeping now—a call from three of his other buddies telling him not to throw away the guns because they were expensive.
After a circle, some people died together. The end is that there is no end.
I have watched a lot of British movies recently, and calmly throwing out some scenes or dialogues that make you have to laugh seems to be the specialty of British directors. Some people call this black humor. I don't have any theoretical concepts, but they are all movies that I feel good about and plan to watch a few more times. I guess that's enough.
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