Road movies are probably the most suitable subject for crookedness among all feature movies, giving ordinary people who have neither supernatural abilities nor ultimate fantasy a chance to act as heroes. Lost in the past, escaping from reality, and looking for the future, unprecedented opportunities to judge souls, driving the boring and repetitive old days to eighteen levels of hell, even if the catastrophe is overwhelming, but also eager for the pleasure of running on the road. There are only two directions, going home, finding a home, and going home. In this way, almost all feature films can fit this type of theme. The petty bourgeoisie love’s no return in the pursuit of literature and art, and the difficulty of ghost revenge on the soul prisoner. Looking back, the political film was pushed farther and farther in the eyes of the public, and everyone in the long river of history is not the lost young Werther. In this process of constant search and rebirth, some people have been changed by the new world, and then change the world, he is Che Guevara.
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