In the summer vacation of high school when I first started to use computers, I watched various movies in our local website theaters, and accidentally clicked on this one. It was only after many years that I revisited it and understood it more deeply.
The old man who returned to his hometown and waited for his death, traveled all over the place and lost his relatives, and his life was like the old music playing in the tavern, distant and indifferent.
Neighborhoods full of violence and poverty, churches shrouded in marijuana smoke, all hope is lost.
Among the nearly gray group portraits, he is the only one who stands out, alexis, this young boy who can laugh but pull the trigger without hesitation, he is in love with the old man, maybe love may just be infatuation, listen to him Telling the past to accompany him to appreciate the madness. They are a class of people, maybe.
He kills punk musicians who disturb old people with percussion instruments, taxi drivers and subway passengers who ramble on, and he's used to death but still looks innocent.
They have a happy time, wandering around the church and the block together, the young man smiled and said that Saint Anthony, who protects his lover, was guarding them, and the young man was happy to say that we were going to get married when his friends ridiculed them, and they were on the balcony under the stars. Make a wish to dazzling, be together forever, it is his, and it is also his wish.
But this is not a comedy, there will be no HE in everything. The young man stopped the old man from committing suicide, so he lost the gun and was shot by the enemy. He just instinctively stood in front of the old man, even though the target was clearly himself.
In the car driving to the hospital, the young man was dead. He had no last words or a few words, but he did not close his eyes. His story came to an end.
The appearance and death of the second boy didn't touch me much, it was like a cycle, being loved and then dying, they never left the land... The
old man came back from the morgue, the curtains were drawn, the world fell into darkness , no longer relevant.
Death always likes to meet unexpectedly, and waits for it unscathed, but the two lives that once wanted to be together wither one after another.
In general, I like this film, even if the version I watch is of poor quality, the translation may not be accurate.
Just like a young man's bright yellow sweatshirt, it fluttered in his mind and never faded away.
The off-topic is that the actor who played the first boy is indeed from Medellin, and he has indeed been in a gang for a while. He appeared in this film at the age of 16, and then left, maybe this is lucky, even if the screen is no longer good, but he also has his own age normal life...
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