The tone of the entire film is set in a cloudy, oppressive and gloomy environment. But that's not what makes us feel terrified and cold, it's because the plot peeks into the depths of our hearts. We all make mistakes, big and small, and we choose to bury them in our hearts out of fear and vow never to think about it again (destroy the red hit car). But the memories are real and constantly reminding us of the authenticity of the incident (every time the protagonist sleeps, he will be awakened by a virtual person). We are repeatedly entangled in denying the truth and covering up the truth with practical actions. This contradiction completely messes up our lives. Sleep, work, friends. This whole life of lies has left us mired in pain and unable to extricate ourselves.
Suspicious and sensitive even around the person you once trusted the most (whore stive), to the point of destroying your entire life.
In the face of mistakes, we try hard to make amends, to repent, and to convince ourselves that we have been forgiven, hoping to reduce the pressure and burden of life through these (love with an imaginary maid, and get along well with little boys, even if Fan still believes in epilepsy). It's not my fault).
We desperately hope that someone will take responsibility for our own mistakes (a virtual ivan), but memories will truly deny everything, no matter how quibble we are. So it falls into deception - exposure - deception - exposure again.
At the end of the film, Trevor surrendered himself with his own memories. Although he blamed himself but did not regret it, he fell asleep in prison. The prison, which was supposed to be dark and damp, had bright windows and bright sunlight. Maybe this is the best ending. This is the only way to get out of this endless cycle of deception and exposure. But what about us? I think the vast majority of us will be stuck in this cycle indefinitely. Some people have smoothed their scars through time, and more people will have deep denial and self-blame once they touch this memory.
In this city, a life woven of mistakes and lies makes us hopeless and lonely.
Did I try to forget the mistakes of the past that have caused me to be sensitive and suspicious now? Thinking of this always shudders.
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