This is an article written by me at four o'clock in the morning in Canada in July 2021. I was on a road trip from Toronto to Calgary. I smoked a lot of Weed and drank a few cans of beer. At this moment, there is no human land in Saskatchewan province, which is hundreds of miles away, and I am here, and the car is on the highway. Stopped by the highway, Belmont cigarette dangling from his mouth, frantically tapping the phone screen to type.
I have watched this movie many times, and so is the novel. The end of the American dream is death. Father Tompston has long understood this truth. The movie focuses too much on the use of Acid and cacti, but ignores the nature of the characters. That crazy world and era is exactly what I am fascinated by. No explanation is needed. Everything is printed in history. Go to see Wang Shuo in Chinese works. Although it is not that extreme, it is a bit more refined.
I remember when I was traveling in Las Vegas ten years ago, I was knocked high on the plane, and my legs were not straight when I got off the plane. I could only use alcohol to hide my excessive sweat. Insomnia is extremely painful, and people like us are typical of excessive consumption and extreme desire for extravagance. Has anyone noticed how many grapefruits were ordered in this movie? Excessive vitamin C is the best supplement for us.
As a social observer, in the casino at 4:30 late on Saturday night, I lost it all. I was curious why the faces of those people were the same as they were in 1969, pursuing the same dreams, no matter how the times change. I also drove a car in the center of New York at sunset, watching the office workers return home and the lights in the rearview mirror. Can you understand my state of mind? The loneliness in the excitement is like the ice in the flames. I didn't find that sense of belonging. I can only end my life as a passer-by or an observer.
This movie is well made. Deep should have performed it carefully. I watched it more than 30 times. Next time I go to Las vegas, I must listen to Grant Green’s somewhere in the night on the way.
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