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Enola 2022-04-19 09:01:19

The reason why I highly recommend this film is because I am also a person of faith. After watching this film, I really feel that my faults are too many to make up for.
MY VANITY IS MY DEFINITE WORSE.YES ,I AM.
A great inspiration, telling me that I should take the time to save time from my own fault. We are busy and then use excuses to prevaricate your pain for love, family, and friendship. In fact, it is a kind of SELF-LOVE. Asking others to forgive us, in fact, we have never looked back and checked ourselves.
JESUS ​​AND SATAN live in our left and right brain respectively, FREE WILL will make us run to both sides. The constant change of life is their simultaneous role. In the end, it's good and bad for a reason.
Put aside the acting skills of the actors and the size of the box office for the time being. As far as the inspiration the film has given us, I think it is more shocking than a commercial film can give me.
Well, people still need faith. After all, a soul without faith is a ghost without a home.

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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.