I thought this movie had two endings

Stefanie 2022-04-19 09:01:19

The first ending: The young and promising lawyer finally defeated his inner demon and made a righteous choice. This is the ending the movie wants the audience to believe, and it's beautiful. is the side of God.
The second ending: At the moment of death, the young and promising lawyer broke free from the temptation of the devil and achieved self-redemption. Although he can still return to the embrace of God, he has made a big mistake. This is the ending the movie doesn't want the audience to accept, it's evil and cruel. But it is close to reality, and it is a common choice or phenomenon in today's society. I call it the devil's side.
At the end of the film, Pacino appears again. What does the director want to express? I understand what he wants to tell us: we encounter choices again and again in our lives, and we may fall into the trap of vanity again and again, and fall into the trap of the devil. The key is to choose according to our free will. God and the devil are a contradictory unity. They may live in heaven and hell, or they may live in our hearts!

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  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.