In the dimly lit taxi, there are neon signs behind and the lights are on. Outside the car, there is the outline of the city night scene outlined by the lights. It is not clear what the tall buildings here look like, but in the big scene, only the change and movement of the lights are used to express the city’s vitality and busyness. The blurred night lights began to shine in the grey night again, and the ambiguous neon has evoked the city's potential desires. Unusual nights have an ordinary beginning...
Max is a common black image, optimistic, kind, and fond of classical music. He would bet with the passengers on which way is closer; he would talk to the passengers about his ideals and plans; he would take a look at the pictures of the ideal sacred place in his mind-Maodi Island to take a vacation during his repressive work. At the same time, he is also a cowardly, mediocre and humble little man. In order to pay for the living expenses, I have to drive a taxi, which is called a part-time job, but this part-time job lasts for 12 years. I am not willing to eat or use it, and I never spend money indiscriminately. Just like our salaried class, they work on the ground and do their duties. With only wages, they do not take advantage of customers, and they will be exploited by the boss. If you have a dream, look through high-end car magazines. Considering what plans to start a company and hiring someone to buy a car is a long-term plan. Take it slowly, and how many take it slowly. Excuse me, I'm a big idiot. What does it matter? It doesn't matter that I deceive myself by holding a dream that I will never realize in my life. It's just a temporary job, but he has been doing it for 12 years; he lied to his mother, pretending to be successful in his career; he didn't dare to confess to the girl he liked; he didn't even dare to conflict with his domineering boss. Dealing with all kinds of passengers every day, shuttled through the noisy and impetuous city all day long, but still maintain a gentle and calm state of mind. He was very fond of classical music and he was used to ordinary days. Until he met Vincent with silver hair, his peaceful life suddenly became thrilling.
The handsome assassin Vincent, his beard is neatly constructed and masculine, his suit is straight, and he has fine short gray and white hair. The clothes are neat, clean and well-matched, with justice, compassion, and injustice. He is very generous to people. He helps the taxi driver Max, beats and scolds his boss. He buys flowers for Max’s seriously ill mother and helps ease the relationship between mother and child. He takes the initiative to help others press the elevator. He asks Max’s dream and encourages him. He bravely pursues the girl he likes. It seems that he always does these things, but it seems that these things do not come from his heart, it seems that he is just following or playing with a kind of rule and a kind of morality. Don't be fooled by this guy-silver-haired, blue-eyed, well-dressed, personable, polite, generous, humorous, but-cold-blooded and ruthless, murderous. Be good at using psychological cues to control taxi drivers to act according to his instructions. Claiming to pay him more money, but you will lose your life in the end.
His hand is stable and dexterous, holding a 45mm pistol calmly, as if he is in control of the overall situation. With cruel marksmanship, he quickly fired two shots at the target's body, and then quickly shot up to the target's head. The bullet passed through the head, the smile was still warm, and the head was hanging down. In an instant, the killer supported the deceased’s jaw with the same swift hand as drawing a gun, and then gently, even pityingly, placed the head on the deceased’s arm. . The deceased was at desk quietly, as if it were just a nap after drinking. Can also be in such a noisy nightclub, when so many people gather together, when it is easy to kill people with fighting, when chatting with jazz musicians and shooting in an instant, the professional performance of an inhuman professional killer The incisive and vivid. In the era of postmodernist criminal aesthetics, cowardice has become the only banner of civilization. The killer becomes the otherworldly and most unrealistic character. It can be seen that there is no madness, no anxiety. Just like now society or the workplace emphasizes rationality over emotions.
The biggest mistake is to believe that Max is a loser at the bottom of society. He satirized Max’s ideals and ignored Max’s feelings for the prosecutor. He said that Max would call the woman he liked. In fact He believes that the difference between the two of them is impossible. In the end, his act of killing the police completely angered Max. He realized that if he did not resist desperately, he would eventually be killed and treated as a murderer. Finally, when he discovered that Vincent's target was the prosecutor, the power of love made him brave to face fear. To put it bluntly, it is the power of trust and love that Americans value most. After witnessing the killing of each target, a lot of changes have taken place in his heart. Slowly Max released himself. He needs to get the information with a few guns held. The reality is that he has to face unsupported loans, take responsibility for his own profits and losses, find customers on his own, and bear all the pressures of life on his own.
The most impressive picture in the film is the wolf, pause under the traffic lights, a lone wolf just like that, with a drooping tail and eyes reflecting the light of a carnivore. It silently looks at the protagonist's line, drifting away, and the music plays. . Vincent couldn't bear to kill Max, because Max was as ineffective as ordinary people, but he did have a kind heart. From this point of view, he is also a special person, just like Vincent. When the wolf passed in front of the two, a moving shadow on the sun sounded. Two people who seem to be righteous and evil are actually protecting the same truth, so they are equally lonely. Max drove Vincent into the distance, accompanied by slow music, a coyote appeared in front of him, and the speed of the camera gradually slowed down. Humans and animals seem to have a metaphorical relationship about survival at this moment. At the same time, a wild and barren poetry emerges unexpectedly. Lonely like a coyote. The gentleman smiled in front of his mother, teasing kindly; once looked at him that way, the beautiful green eyes are clear and deep, as if innocent, as if asking for help. Seeing the wolf, Brother Atang didn't say anything, he still squeezed the gun tightly. In the night, the coyote's eyes were shining green, and at this moment, what can be read from Jason's eyes and Max's eyes is a different taste. Jason has no initial cold blood, and Max has no cowardice of a small person. . At that moment, it was silent and silent, but my heart was churning with a drop in the world, endless desolation, loneliness, and cold survival rules.
Two turning points. One is that Max was forced to go to five points under the threat of Vincent, and the other was to negotiate with Vincent's employer Phyllis as Vincent. This is a game of role swapping. Also lonely, but upright and righteous, gentle and polite. That is exactly the side of his heart, the side that is incompatible with the identity of the killer. Perhaps it was this point that I regretted, and was forced to let him fight at the last minute. The killer died at the hands of the driver-this person who resonated with his soul had nowhere to go and fought back and swept away with guns. The assassin slowly sat down, lowered his head, as if he was just asleep, in the subway, there were mottled blood on his face. Gray hair, scumbag. Sitting and dying at the hands of someone who might have never used a pistol. I believe that many people will shed sad tears for this murderous guy, because we can feel the goodness in him, a fragile and precious quality, protecting ourselves in the blood and looking forward to being understood. Also lonely, but upright and righteous, gentle and polite. That is exactly the side of his heart, the side that is incompatible with the identity of the killer. Perhaps it was this point that made him hesitate at the last moment, and the gunman finally sacrificed the gun with his own blood. Then he lowered his head and died quietly. The black shadow of the tree outside the car window passed behind him, and the empty carriage took him into hiding. Outside the car, the morning light was faint.
Max is a mass of ordinary people, with shabby clothes and shrinking image, with a decent or reluctant job and a beautiful but seemingly unfulfillable dream, living in the lower level of mediocre reality with amazing patience. They are stable but mediocre. Vincent is a well-dressed, stern face, those elites who speak and act with a stance, arrogant and indifferent, living like a god in his own world, but the next moment he does not know whether it will be in heaven or a place, dangerous but wonderful . Taxi walks for a long time in the night, taking you across Los Angeles. The atmosphere between the two people is very interesting, and many conversations are worth remembering. Vincent is sure to lose. It is impossible for an individual to subvert the entire modern society. Vincent is like a firework in the night sky, beautiful and brilliant without leaving a trace. He finally died on the train as he said as soon as he appeared on the scene. It seems that he had already foreseen the end, but he still insisted on going without hesitation.
A wrong story that happened between the wrong night, the wrong city, and the wrong characters,
An indifferent warmth blooming among indifferent nights, indifferent cities, and indifferent characters.
Cold, lonely, indifference and loneliness are deeply expressed in the bustling city. Killing and being killed are both gimmicks. Justice and evil are irrelevant. The key is that the lonely and contradictory hearts of human beings living in cities are highlighted in collisions. Seeing the shining light on the killer, he was not so cold and ruthless. On the contrary, he was full of human touch, because he had never thought of killing the taxi driver MAX in the first place. Destined to be alone, perform tasks alone, and die alone, so the killer chose a quiet way to end himself on the subway at midnight, and of course he completed MAX.
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