If it weren't for the last-minute reversal, I would have mistakenly thought that the script was just insinuating that those who see lunatics in their eyes are the same as lunatics, and there is no difference. Thrillers have a little reflection and rebellious thoughts, and the connotation is enough to support a decent movie, not to mention the actors who are introduced into the play, but a thriller is still a thriller. However, it was precisely at the last moment that all the plots were by no means an abrupt epiphany, and the story instantly softened the world. It turned out to be a love movie. It turns out that the perfect story can be interpreted like this as a complete match between one lunatic and another lunatic, and your illness and mine end in each other. In fact, everyone is crazy, and my disability has been waiting to match your disability. Doesn't this just mean the human world of the so-called normal people around us? Who can say that he does not see the world according to his own preferences, and even if he thinks that he upholds the truth, goodness and beauty, he still does not cut things according to his own preferences? Who can say that only flawless people can match perfect love, in fact, only my madness, your madness, and only the incomplete parts of you and me, waiting for the most appropriate meeting in a world that is not to be seen.
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