The police are miserable, the media scolds every day, brothers hang up every day, colleagues pinch each other, the house is always short of money.
Of course, hooligans also have difficulties, and slivers have advantages. However, simply looking at their state in the film, the bad guys live a happy life, and the police live hard.
The reality is complicated, not as refreshing as the world of Spider-Man.
Repression is inevitable. Put the conflict in the refrigerator, but one day, unfortunately, you have to put some small things in it and accidentally drop the messy things on the floor. You erupted, became a representative of injustice, and were punished by justice. You don’t want that, so you bypass supermarkets and convenience stores.
Pursuit is also a must. You want to be happy, and you have to tell others that I want you to be happy. You are striding towards the obvious goal. It is inevitable that you will get dizzy and overdrawn. So you use any logic that you can accept to do unjust things to injustice.
The results are also tempting, you want a future, put your bet on a pug you think you know, he is broken, yelling at the grandmother, chasing the little daughter-in-law, damn it. But one day you find that it has a heart like a bow. You are confused.
Restraint, pursuit, and reality can contradict each other in this pitch-black world. The hooligans will not have this kind of confusion. In their customary law, they only pursue this straight line.
The film was well made, but I didn’t like the ending. I felt that the director had deliberately expressed his values. After all, the final success and failure were not inevitable, but the director went to two coincidences (although reasonable) to “unjust”. The aftertaste is cracked.
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