Borrowing a knife to kill, Tom's old film in 2004, I found it by accident, and it was unexpectedly good. Is this a killer movie? road movie? Or an art film? Possibly all, but not all.
The taxi driver Max played by black actor Jamie Foxx is a night shift driver in LA. He has been a brother for 12 years. He is dedicated and diligent in his work. Max is a proper gentleman, gentle and polite to everyone, kind and kind. His car is clean and tidy, and he can accurately and quickly calculate the best route for each passenger, down to the minute, and never take a detour. He said that he was just doing it temporarily, and his dream was to open his own luxury car club.
One ordinary night, M drove a female prosecutor, Annie, who bet on her and won her the fastest route back to the law firm. After a peaceful night walk, the female prosecutor smiled and left M a business card of her own. And M just put it into his pocket silently, just like the picture of Maldives on his sun visor, just look at it and think about it. That woman, and he are people from two worlds.
The turning point of fate is often only between lightning and flint. M lowered his head and put away A's business card. In a trance, a man in a suit asked him if he would go. Seeing M bowing his head, he should not go to the next taxi. Returning to God, M hurriedly turned around and called his passenger, Vincent.
A Tanger rarely played the villain, Vincent, a lone killer with mottled silver hair in the night, stern, neat, lonely, but with uncompromising warmth. He has a neat suit, a briefcase in his hand, an elegant demeanor, and a friendly attitude that looks like a business man on a night-time business trip. But in fact, he was the murderer who bought the murderer. His mission was to kill five people in a row on this night. This is definitely not a starry night.
Yep, it's a duo mode movie. Two male protagonists, one black and one white, one positive and one evil, one cold and one warm. There are more than 4,000 taxis in Los Angeles, but they were the two of them. The two seemingly incompatible people, who are completely different from each other, are like two sides of a coin, inadvertently stepping into each other's dimension. Strangely tangled together on this desperate night.
Vincent said you drive your car and I kill my man. Thousands of people die every day in Rwanda, why should you panic over the death of a fat man you've never met? I don't like LA and want to leave quickly every time I come. An old man died in the subway, and it took four hours to find his body, who would notice that someone died in the subway?
Vincent's marksmanship is very personal, always a single shot, plus a pair of double taps, on the chest and forehead, obsessive-compulsive disorder. He doesn't seem to be afraid of being discovered, just obsessively chasing his prey, never stopping. I remembered another classic movie about double tap in Gunslinger. Once the male protagonist's gun saw blood, he couldn't stop until he fell under the gun. What kind of person is V? He would ask the Jazz boss a question full of eyes, surprise him with a double tap on the forehead as fast as he could, and then gently hold the dead man's head, gently posing as if he was lying drunk at his desk. He'll be covered in blood and be badly wounded, still chasing the fifth target with fierce light in his eyes. He said, "Max, I make this for living!"
Compared with the scene of the shootout and chase, I prefer to shoot the taxi on the streets of LA under the night, so quiet that it seems to be flowing in a sea of lights. In this huge steel floating city, a person's life is like an ant, lonely, distant, and silent. They had met two wolves on their way, staring at the taxi with green eyes in the dark. So cold, so lonely, so desolate. They all froze. Half of V's face was hidden in the shadow of the back seat, and only a pair of gleaming green eyes sank deep into their sockets. In his eyes, there is shock, uncertainty, and despair... Yes, they are two lone wolves.
V is a professional killer. He is a loner. He also seeks cooperation for his prey. He has a bloodthirsty loneliness and persistence. And M floats alone in the night of the city, doing a so-called part-time job for 12 years, for an ideal that may never be realized. They all said it had nothing to do with my heart, I just make it for living. But it was these two people who reached the deepest understanding of each other in the gap between life and death this night.
Many people say that the ending of the movie is unreasonable. How can a high-ranking professional killer fail to be a taxi driver? What I feel is that V does not want to kill M more and more. Perhaps in V's original plan, it was indeed to hijack a taxi driver, let him drive himself to kill, put the first dead person in the trunk, and finally kill the driver and put the blame on him. V had too many opportunities to kill M, but instead of killing him, he did not hesitate to reveal his position in order to save M in the melee. In the end, V dragged M all the way to desperation, and it seemed that he showed a reluctance to part with each other. M is like the other side of V, equally lonely, but upright, gentle and polite. That is the side of his heart, the side that is incompatible with the identity of the killer. Perhaps it was this sympathy that made him hesitate at the last moment, and the gunman finally sacrificed the gun with his own blood.
Max is by no means a gentle, courteous, thrifty and honest person, his blood was gradually stimulated by V. In the scene where he was forced to connect with the underworld in a nightclub, M took off his glasses, and his usual gentle eyes turned murderous. Although it was an intentional imitation, the words and tone of V's words came out of M's mouth as naturally as they came from the heart. M said, "I have to thank you, I have never looked at myself like this." M frantically grabbed V's briefcase, threw it under the bridge, and shattered it. M's muzzle finally saw blood, and he also touched the other side of himself. Will this other side have the same fatal attraction?
In the end, Vincent said to Max in the subway, "Hey, Max. A guy gets on the MAT here in LA and dies. Think anybody will notice?" Then he lowered his head and died peacefully. The black shadow of the tree outside the car window passed behind him, and the empty carriage took him into the distance alone. Outside the car, the morning light is faint.
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