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A world where idle youth cannot be parallel
Solon 2021-11-14 08:01:27
This is a story about social decline. The humorous music and the idle life, various details show us such an ending: Hubert, the most mature and quietest ever, is persuading his brothers that "hatred can only bring more hatred." Burt finally pulled the trigger. Why? Why is Hubert? Why not Vince, who seems to be the most violent? As a viewer, I can’t accept it... After seeing their lives, it seems that the ending is doomed without any abstract reasoning. A short day and a night, hatred, anger, helpless youth, racial discrimination, the world has never been with them. They are just boys. When the world abandons them, they finally chose a kind-hearted nature, but the ending tears up the appearance and life of the final peace. The male protagonist Shayi can only escape this bloody world blindfolded: " So far, not bad..."
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Vicky 2021-11-14 08:01:27
In line with my current state of mind. .
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Bernadette 2022-04-22 07:01:10
In American films, Xiao Hei is always chattering, in French films it is Xiao A, and the black gentleman is deep. The song at the beginning and the riot scene are so familiar. It's funny to watch VC imitate a taxi driver and talk to himself in the mirror. The ending is heavy.
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Hubert: Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!
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Hubert: Bullshit! You pointed a gun at a cop! We coulda been killed!
[an old man flushes the toilet and walks out of the stall]
Old Man: Nothing like a good shit! Do you believe in God? That's the wrong question. Does God believe in us? I once had a friend called Grunwalski. We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you travel in a cattle car. You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm. But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a shit, you can't do it on the train, and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive. But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset. I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps out to shit on the tracks. I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own. The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody. Grunwalski had a problem: he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting. So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands. He tries to catch up. I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of his pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.
Saïd: Then what happened?
Old Man: Nothing. Grunwalksi... froze to death. Goodbye.