Borrowing a knife to kill, who borrowed whose knife, and who killed whom?
Max has been driving a taxi for twelve years, saying it is fill-up, and he has been temporary for twelve years. He dreams of driving a new Mercedes-Benz sedan, starting a sedan transportation company, and making his sick mother proud. He has carried thousands of girls, but the one he met on this day was exceptionally different. He gave her his consolation, secretly thinking about finding a time to date her out.
He was a hopelessly vulgar little man. He cooks American pie impractically every American has tried, thinking "I'll be different sooner or later." He is vulgar and hopeless.
Vincent killed him, with violence, with the I Ching, the psychological insinuations of the tirade, the aggressive rhetoric. Directly lead to their own last bento. I actually wanted to laugh when I saw Max start to learn Vincent's tone. . . Well, this is not Quentin, this is not Quentin. . .
White-haired Vincent, a sharp, ruthless, heartless killer. He is a machine and a lone wolf. He has no background and comes from lies. He only believed in his own gun. He connected his own killings with Rwanda, arguing that work has nothing to do with emotion. Using the I Ching and his unique philosophy to justify himself, he is numb and desperate to live.
He was also killed, sitting on the last train, facing the rising sun.
Who killed who?
Oh, this is a question unrelated to this article. Collateral, a plain and simple word, the Chinese translation has become a murder with a knife, no special decoration, no gorgeous style, four words to sum up everything:
Max was invigorated by Vincent and forced to be strong, while Vincent took the lunch directly and put an end to his life of killing. . . What a tangled mutual headshot it was.
The film is very good, Tang Shuai is still very handsome, the black people are very wretched and very marketable, and it's over.
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