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Janice 2022-04-20 09:01:12

The Devil's Advocate Although the devil said it twice: vanity, my favorite original sin. (Vanity, definitely my favoriate sin.) But actually, it's not just vanity, it's greed. Buddhism has three poisons: greed, hatred, and delusion. The movie at least interprets the greedy side of human nature. The male protagonist has never lost a lawsuit, he is greedy for a complete victory. Under the temptation of the devil step by step, he became more and more firm in his greed. He had many opportunities to choose to return to a simple life, but, he didn't, his ambition made him voluntarily make a depraved choice. The ending of the film is also sad. The movie sets him up as nothing more than a nightmare, and when he wakes up, he realizes that he doesn't defend the first customer. However, Satan turned into a reporter again, promising that the male protagonist would become a famous figure. The male protagonist escapes the temptation of conscience, but may fall into the temptation of fame and fortune, which is another kind of degeneration. Satan is present in all the choices in life. If you are not careful, you will fall into Satan's trap, but you don't know anything about it, or you know that it is a lamb to be slaughtered.

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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.