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Franz 2022-03-25 09:01:09
Good style, good...
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Theo 2022-03-25 09:01:09
I think this will be the most likely future tyranny of humanity: surround every corner of society with drugs and ubiquitous surveillance, and use people's dependence on drugs to control their...
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Ines 2022-03-25 09:01:09
It started well, but after watching it for a long time, my eyes...
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Anais 2022-03-25 09:01:09
It's hard to understand, read it...
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Elsie 2022-03-25 09:01:09
Nasty animation style...very slow...
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Maryam 2022-03-25 09:01:09
Richard has a lot of ideas, the film is rather obscure, but very suspenseful. Mainly I didn't see...
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Leonard 2022-03-25 09:01:09
The animation theme is good, the content is...
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Tyreek 2022-03-25 09:01:09
The world of the mentally...
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Kaya 2022-03-25 09:01:09
This animation style is indeed very novel, and it is very suitable to restore the vision of a drug addict, but if the whole movie adopts this style, and it is a suspenseful inference film, it is not easy to watch it, but if you use this animation style , it will make the audience more confused, and if it is placed in other movies, it may achieve better...
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Pamela 2022-03-23 09:01:59
True, hard to...
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Ericka 2021-12-14 08:01:11
Spend a small amount of money to do big things
This will undoubtedly become an epoch-making film, and it is strange why only a few Chinese have seen it. Just like Philip. K. Dick's other novels ("Minority Report", "Fatal Reward"), behind the unconstrained science fiction, there are faint concerns about people coming to society,...
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Marianna 2022-03-22 09:01:54
Is this an animation?
It's the first time I've seen such an animation, and I can't tell whether it's an animation or a real person. It's like the plot of the film, which makes people unable to figure it out. Fortunately, the finale came to a head. I don't know if the animation is used to express the changing clothes....
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[Freck turns on the radio]
Freck Suicide Narrator: Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening around him, decided, finally, to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out in putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with some cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding, much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and an unfinished letter to Exxon, protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way, he would indite the system, and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine, instead of Ripple or Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot, which set him back almost seventy dollars. Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, and then, with a glass of Merlot, gulped down all the pills at once. However, he had been burned. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.
Freck: You gonna read me my sins?
[Creature nods]
Freck: Eh, it's gonna take a hundred thousand hours.
Creature: Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end.
Creature: [starts reading] "The Sins of Freck"
Freck Suicide Narrator: Charles Freck wished he could take back the last half hour of his life.
Creature: [Creature continues to read] "... theft of fingernail clippers..." "... you did knowingly and with malice..." "... punched your baby sister, Evelyn..." "... December, theft of Christmas presents..." "... one billion lies..."
Freck Suicide Narrator: One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade, the year he had discovered masturbation.
Creature: [Creature continues to read] "... November fourteenth, Percodan... Vicodin... Cocaine..."
Freck Suicide Narrator: Charles Freck thought, "At least I got a good wine."
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Bob Arctor: The pain, so unexpected and undeserved had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door, I hated my life... My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.
