Alas, how can I say it? I didn't feel much touched when I just read it, but when I look back on it, I feel that this is life. It's hard to sum up frank's life in a phrase like an Irish worker to a mob boss because he's too complicated and too simple, to the end, to see him get on the plane, to see him and Jimmy get in Room, you wouldn't even think, yes, he did kill him. But he had only one option to kill him. The complexity of frank lies in his smooth personality, his silent silence, and his sobriety at the right moment; and his simplicity is that you can always infer whether he will do that thing through reason. Because of the numbness caused by participating in the war, he couldn't empathize with a lot of pain. He didn't feel it, but he felt that he should feel it. He wouldn't, Russell knew he wouldn't, make that call because he's lost his emotions and only his sanity. This is Frank's tragedy. I rarely watch gangster movies, and my godfather only watched the first one when I was young, but the interpretation of the twilight moment, compared to the fire and conflict of the young body, made me feel more real and powerful. For family affection, for loyalty, for the mediation of the internal forces of the gang, this film has a rich presentation. Frank's life as a killer has always been neat and tidy. He only hesitated at the moment of killing Jimmy, and only after killing Jimmy was no longer at peace. In this crack, it was Frank's dimly emerging humanity.
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