In Coppola's "Dialogue", I saw a Hankman I had never seen before.
He is by no means a tough guy. He is an eavesdropping expert, carefully protecting his privacy. Even going to his girlfriend's house is full of doubts and fears. This is not a villain either. He does the job of monitoring other people, and at the same time he tries his best not to get involved in murder and blood. His role is even more unrelated to comedy. This person who has been deprived of his basic sense of security, his first-class monitoring technology makes him feel that there is nothing in this world that can be kept secret. His life disappeared in the conversation of others. This middle-aged man wore a low-quality single-layer raincoat all day long, and only the word pitiful can describe him more accurately.
This movie reminds me of the German movie "Other People's Lives" a few years ago. In the end, the monitor cannot separate himself from the life of the person being monitored. Even if it is not for money and career, if each of us is given a chance to peek into other people's lives, we are probably eager to try. But this kind of voyeurism is not without a price. It's like reaching out to explore a bottomless cave, and it's possible to bring out mushrooms, rabbits, or poisonous snakes, or to be eaten by the arm.
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