Perfect interpretation of the hypocrisy of the American middle class

Bert 2022-04-19 09:01:26

Me in the last few episodes: Oh, family ethics drama?

The hostess and the maid drink tea and chat and gossip. Can they still spend Christmas? If she seduces your salty pig hands, it will be written off? She didn't tell her that your family had lost their lives in the old house. How could such a role get a table on an occasion like Christmas? Xianglin Sao Ning should leave it alone!

There are also Armenians. When they moved in, the protagonists had already become Buddhas on the spot. Why didn’t they save them?

Because they are single? It's your maid who seduces people. People don't bear the moral taint. Even if there is, it is not for that.

Because people want to push the room? Isn't your maid pitiful for others being trapped?

The different attitudes of the maid and the protagonist group towards the two subsequent homeowners can be described as the screenwriter's biggest failure:

You taste, you taste carefully. You can spend money to live in, but we will cheat your money to protect the interests of the intermediary and drive you away (for the house to be renovated). If you want to push the house and dig a grave, you can't do it, damn it.

How hypocritical the middle class is, it deserves it

However, it can be roughly seen that the screenwriter wanted the haunted house to find a replacement all the way, and it went bad all the way. Let the originally scary ending (the haunted house will continue to harm people) cover up the weakness of the entire horror element (discussed later)

I didn't expect the capital to wave his hand at the end: You can't do this, it's too unsuitable for family ethics. In the end, we must make the audience's psychology full of hope, let the last ray of sunshine shine through the screen into reality, and let the audience see that even ghosts have good ghost, good white ghost

Okay, caucasian, ghost.

But as a film that puts the United States on its name, this kind of change is very, very catering to the needs of the public... For many people, the flaws do not hide the good... At least when you buy a haunted house, you can be obsessed with it, and there is still a chance to meet a good white. ghost.

The film on the left hand of the capital was sold, and the haunted house on the right hand of the capital was also sold, win win.

As for black Asians, you can't be a ghost. Because you were poor for those two years. Before the release of the film (before you became rich overnight), all of us white ghosts have changed their minds and become good white ghosts in the new era.

(Armenians seem to be quite black, so he can't become a ghost, neither white nor black nor yellow, so it's a rubbish, damn it)

But if you really want a white man to kill a person of color, that's not okay: on the one hand, it demonstrates the violence of white people against people of color and intensifies racial conflicts. Watching pay TV?

(Serious) Friends who don't think it's scary, don't maliciously criticize, this film is for white people, and only white people are in danger of dying in a haunted house

Finally another discussion about not scary: the big feature

Killer Tate's face close-up

You look at that close-up, it's delicate and real. The acting skills of the young actors are really, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!

No! God Damn Shit No!

The unknown is the greatest fear of mankind

You put the ghost's feelings on the big screen, with your face so close, do you want the audience to be close friends with ghosts and talk about everything?

No, you don't want to, you want the audience to say, wow, he knows one thing about idol stars and another one is a murderous maniac, Ding Ri is so despicable! (Has anyone counted how many sets of clothes the youth idol ghost has in total?)

But what the audience gets is:

The new crown is so annoying, staying at home is like a ghost

or

I really want to be a ghost who will stay young forever, be invisible at any time, happy to kill people, not punished for breaking the law, and not going to work! Did you see the evil god leading the house over there? A three-year-old woman who is young and middle-aged, carried it from the living room to the bedroom with one hand! Niubi not? I'm smashing!

Finally, there is a minute's silence about the Armenians being massacred by the Turks.

*Feeled the producer's deep malice towards Armenians. Maybe someone in there has been green?

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American Horror Story quotes

  • Cordelia Foxx: In the absence of the council, as reigning Supreme of this coven, I hereby decree... for the murders of our sister witch, Cecily Pembroke and our college, Quentin Fleming... you... Myrtle Snow, are hereby sentenced to death by fire.

    Myrtle Snow: Delia, my sweet daughter, I have never been more proud.

    Cordelia Foxx: Any last words?

    Myrtle Snow: Only one. BALENCIAGA!

  • Queenie: [Detroit, 2012] Let me get a 44, extra crispy!

    Irate Customer: Yo! The medium bucket is supposed to have 8 pieces. This one has only 7.

    Queenie: My name is not "Yo", it's "Queenie", and you must have miscounted because I packed that basket myself.

    Irate Customer: Well, you must've got a D in Math 'cause there's only 7 pieces.

    Queenie: Actually, sir, I got an A in Math, all of them. Calculus, Trig, Advanced Algebra.

    Irate Customer: [Sarcastically] Is that so?

    Queenie: Mm-hmm.

    Irate Customer: Look, I'm sure you're a genius, just give me an extra piece of chicken and I'll be done here.

    Queenie: Look, pencil dick, you ate the extra piece and, now, you want a freebie!

    Irate Customer: I'd like to speak to the manager, stupid fat ass!

    Queenie: [Pissed] What did you call me?

    Irate Customer: Get the manager!

    Queenie: [Angrily] I am the manager.

    Irate Customer: [She sticks her hand in the burning hot oil, with her "Human Voodoo Doll" Power transferring the pain to the customer; He screams in agony as his whole hand and forearm burn] Help! I'm burning! Help!

    [He continues screaming in agony]

    Nan: [Cutting to present day with Queenie recounting the incident] Did they send you to jail?

    Queenie: No. There were lots of witnesses, none of them had actually seen me throw the oil. But it made the local newspaper, that's how Miss Cordelia found me.

    Cordelia Foxx: You didn't want to join us at first.

    Queenie: I grew up on white girl shit like "Charmed" and "Sabrina, The Teenage Cracker". I didn't know that there even were black witches. As it turns out, I'm an heir to Tituba. She was a house slave in Salem. She was the first to be accused of witchcraft. So, technically, I'm part of your tribe.

    Madison Montgomery: [Sarcastically] Is this were we all sing Kumbaya?

    Queenie: [Jumping to her feet, ready to fight] Bitch, I will eat you!

    Cordelia Foxx: Hey hey hey! Hey! You guys have got start taking care of each other. We have enough enemies on the outside.