Yeah, jumped off? !

Guillermo 2022-10-01 04:26:46

Generally, a movie with the label of "horror" should have a pacing anyway - fast!

Am I being too hasty? Anyway, it is too slow to fall from the building in the dream of the couple talking at the beginning of the movie, so you will lose part of the audience at the beginning. Of course only at the end, we can understand the director's intention to arrange the beginning so slowly. Secondly, I have always been prejudiced to believe that ordinary horror films will only use "sex" to earn box office when they are in an extremely desperate situation, so I sneer at the long-term sex between the male protagonist and the female nurse. But conversely, having sex in a nightmare is not a strange thing.

Thinking back carefully, I still like this movie, especially the director's attitude. Colonoscopy is a very simple examination, and it cannot even be called an operation, but the male protagonist is still in a vegetative state. He began a 10-month nightmare. Is it related to the male protagonist's previous worries or the director's stance that human nature is inherently evil? It's hard to guess what a comatose person's dream looks like. We can see that every detail in reality deteriorated even more in his dreams.

He worries about the inexplicable evil research spread on the Internet; he worries about his daughter becoming gay; he worries that his wife really becomes Judas and betrays him; he worries that his friends are false to him; Treated like an animal; he was more worried that he was being exploited by the American healthcare system; he was worried that he would die. These concerns are what a normal American would have. So in the dark and boundless fear, he ignited a little bit of hope, and he began to fight, hoping to escape this horrific murder hospital, but was still caught by the devil male nurse and began bloody torture. (God, the director should take a look at the medical systems of other countries, say, China.)

Is the director too pessimistic, throwing the "hope" that people sing about in this fantasy hospital and letting "fear" trample on it? Is he doubting, questioning the power of "hope"?
We'll get the answer soon, our guesses before and after, will he struggle from the nightmare at the end of his dream, before he chooses to jump out of the window and hit the ground hard? The answer is, no.

Also, how much chance does a vegetative person have to wake up from a coma? So the director was extremely pessimistic, but he was extremely realistic.

So, can we equate reality and despair?

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  • Mandingo: You ready for a little lesson? To be set free? For a dose of reality? First: the lesson. Do you know who I am? I told you my name, bitch. You forget that? I know you ain't forget that! Come on, you caucasian motherfucker! Say it while you still got a pair.

    George Grieves: [through his breathing tube] Mandingo.

    Mandingo: That's right. That's my name. But do you know who I am?

    George Grieves: [stammers unintelligibly attempting to reply]

    Mandingo: No, I mean in the metaphorical sense, motherfucker. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM?

    [leaps onto George's chest]

    Mandingo: I am the weight on your chest. I'm your cauchemar - your pesadilla - your Alptraum - your incubo, yo. I'm the morbid oppression of the night. I am the fear behind your left titty. I am the dark un-fucking-known.

    Mandingo: I'm the father of cool, and the king of jazz, and the porch-sitting watermelon-sucking brother who fucks up neighborhoods and breeds gangsters, and makes your dick feel small. I am mud-hut-building spear-chucking darkest Africa. I am the king of Egypt; grandpappy of ALL the sand-niggas.

    [shouts some middle-eastern words]

    Mandingo: The lord of 'they', 'them', and all them that be 'other'. I AM THE ARMY OF ISLAM!


    Mandingo: I'm the sickle-cell yardape that's been fucking with your dosage. The jungle-bunny that's been guarding your drip... drip... drip... DRIP.


    Mandingo: I am the medicine man. The spade digging your grave. The spook who goes bump in your night. I am the uppity field-nigger dancing in your end zone, and spiking your IV. I am Little Black Sambo. I am Lincoln's mistake.

    George Grieves: [flailing against his restraints, and gasping attempting to scream]

    Mandingo: Oh, I just been fucking with you, my little bleached brother! But now, you gon' face your fear. You won't be afraid NO more. I'm gon' set you free. I'm doing you a favor - a 'solid', George. Now, ain't it better to know that all the fears that go 'pitter-patter' in your flaccid fish-white belly are real? That you ain't just another white liberal guilt-ridden mo'w'fucker worryin' 'bout shit he DON'T understand?

    Mandingo: [whispering] The dark unknown's gon' cut you up! And when I'm done with you, you ain't gon' be a pussy NO MO!

  • Dr. Sharazi: [about to give a patient a colonoscopy] Welcome to the Outback Snakehouse.