This beast should be tortured but never let him die, watching him show his false innocence

Letha 2022-01-25 08:05:49

I look at this movie this way: the protagonist lacks love since childhood (bad birth environment, no fragrance), when he grows up, he looks for what was missing in childhood---love (scent, but also the most fragrant), and his extremely selfish character makes him completely indifferent. Considering other people's feelings and hurting innocent people, such people have received countless praises on this site, such as innocence\genius\etc.... This world is so absurd, it seems that the director has hit the weakness of human beings: selfishness Very, very, as long as it doesn't hurt yourself, you can appreciate it. You know, innocent girls are killed, and innocent families are hurt, for the sake of one's own love (the poor one finally found that he lost his love) ability) to do wicked things, actually it was to find the reason and perspective to appreciate. poor humanity! cannibalism beast society!
"do not injure others have,"
"but I wonder if this is harmful, I just used them to You shouldn't blame me for making perfume"
"Aren't you like a child who doesn't know anything? You know it's not good to be blamed by others? Will the blame bring you pain?"
"I really have no intention of hurting them"
"I have no intention of killing you, why do you ask me not to blame you"
"This..."
"I am really innocent"
"The law is also very innocent"

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  • Fletcher 2022-03-24 09:01:29

    This child has no time to worry about human rights. We also ignore right and wrong in our bones, but dare not do it. When the carnival ends, we put on rotten clothes in embarrassment and live as Taoist priests.

  • Tyrese 2022-03-22 09:01:26

    Please kill me tenderly, Ben Whishaw

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer quotes

  • Narrator: In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench more profoundly repugnant than in the city's fish-market. It was here then, on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom, that Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was born on the 17th of July, 1738. It was his mother's fifth birth: she delivered them all here under her fish-stand, and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. And by evening the whole mess had been shoveled away with the fish-guts into the river. It would be much the same today, but then... Jean-Baptiste chose differently.

  • Antoine Richis: Forgive me... my son.