The audiovisual style of the film is extremely evil and enchanting, the color scheme is psychedelic and strong, and the nightmare imagery is creepy, with distinctive originality. Although the film marked the place and time of the incident, the dense and weird air permeating it is completely outside the real world and forms a planet of its own. But it is still a B-level film in essence, and it has not forgotten to bring enough sensory stimulation to the audience. The film does not hesitate to spray plasma, and is full of various cheap but awesome settings. The film is like a pot of mixed hair with four flavors. Although it will not bring much aftertaste to people, it definitely makes him scream and enjoy it during the eating process. The scene where Cage roars in front of the toilet is both powerful and joyful. It is surreal and long, and he has created a nuanced and rich level in more than twenty roars.
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Mandy evaluation action
2022-01-05 08:01
Extended Reading
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Bailee 2022-03-23 09:02:34
There is no feeling in the whole process, and it really still needs a movie-watching environment of the theater carnival. Most movies made with the goal of "becoming a cult cult" will never end up being a true cult. Cage's character is off-line halfway through, resulting in a (relatively) excellent ending that completely escapes the boring first half. The banter of existentialism (should it be a banter? Of course, it may just be me thinking too much or not understanding it at all), the neon lights and blood plasma are not aesthetically pleasing, the music is full, and there is even a kind of filming for the soundtrack. It feels like Johann Johannsson doesn't use it like this... Please don't compare this to "Neon Demon"! B-movie stalks are okay, Cage's character should be renamed Jason.
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Garry 2022-04-20 09:02:07
Another WTF. Criticize cults? Promote love? 2x speed can also be seen. There are very few lines, and the dazzling technique has been used all the time, and there is no nutrition. I didn't understand what to say at all, and I didn't want to bother to figure it out. I can't watch the film as fast as Cage can make it.
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Jeremiah Sand: [to his own reflection as he looks into a mirror] SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! Don't you fucking look at me!
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Caruthers: Black Skulls. Black Skulls. Lookit, man. For a while now words been coming down from the big rigs... something dark and fearsome out there. No one knows where they come from. First it was stories from the Interstate. Leaving truckers for dead, prostitutes vanishing... and gutted bodies on doorsteps. And always the same... biker gang. Black bikes. Only seen at night. Weird shit. There are stories, that there was a chapter... that ran courier for a manufacturer of LSD. He took a disliking to them... and cooked them up a special batch. And they have never been right in the head since. I've seen them once. From a distance. What you're hunting is rabid animals... and you should go in knowing that your odds ain't that good... and you will probably die.
Red Miller: Don't be negative.
Caruthers: Last I heard on the CB, they were spotted down near Spirit River. When I've seen... them things... they were in a world of pain. But you know what the freakiest part was?
Red Miller: What's that?
Caruthers: They fucking loved it.