Comic hero

There are more and more comic heroes in the United States. American comics are not like Japanese comics. Japanese comics have always been very yellow and violent. It was fine when I was a child. Saint Seiya and Fist of the North Star are becoming more and more unacceptable. American comics are not pornographic, although they are also very violent, but that kind of violence is romantic violence, what is called romanticism, that is, actions, words, expressions, there is that kind of continuous appeal, literary color, and it feels like it is. Always thinking of being famous forever. The key to it is not to fight, not how to fight, not like Japanese manga, but why to fight. This rises to a higher level. The people in it are no longer small gangsters, no. Then there are patients with biliary violence, they are more advanced.
But they are not like Chinese knights. They are imperfect. From Superman to The Shining Man, this has gone through a long period of time. They were not omnipotent at first. Their predicament did not come from the outside world, but from their hearts. The greater the strength and the greater the responsibility, they have a dual personality, one is realistic desire, the other is under the mask. The responsibility of everyone, everyone’s expectation, they will be tired, they will be lost, and what’s more, they are occupied by darkness, just like Spider-Man 3, they are struggling with themselves, and in the end it is their enemy who saves them. In the face of the worse evil, they examined their own evil and finally found their soul's home again. But this is not the end, this inner good triumphs over evil, or this inner clarity triumphs over chaos, only temporarily, in the next sequel, this process begins to ferment and become more entangled, so one after another, this process The more confused and boundless, the whole story becomes more three-dimensional and better-looking.
In the end, the comic heroes began to suffer from Stockholm syndrome. The meaning of existence is not to fight the enemy and save lives, but to toss themselves, but to appreciate the tenacity of oneself, even the incomprehension of others, and the departure of love. , They can't liberate their hearts, they persistently struggle with loneliness, pour a glass of wine, drink alone to the moon on the top of the black and windy skyscrapers, the wine is scattered, and with a loud scream, they continue to move toward the deeper part of the night... …

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