Few cities have such a varied landscape like hers, with several unusually long and silvery-white beaches, pure blue waters, huge inner city lakes, towering Monte Cristo and the loaf mountain formed by a monolith. Beyond what I can see, mountains, seas and lakes intersect each other, changing sceneries with each other, and the landscape is drawn into the painting. With the beautiful scenery coupled with wild samba, too small a bikini, and delicious barbecue, she is heaven.
On the one hand, she is also hell. From the mountain top to the mighty slums at the bottom of the mountain, there are the most powerful bandits in the world, and there must be gun battles between police and robbers every two weeks. In addition to the Los Angeles aircraft in the United States, Rio is the second largest city with heavy armored vehicles. The police hid in airtight armor and exchanged fire with the gangsters from small holes. It is said that the helicopters of the Federal Police can be shot down.
You don’t have to watch movies or watch the news. In Rio, news is a movie. The first one was a model kissing a lover on the beach, the next one might be the tongue of flame flying from a slum, or a heavy machine gun, grenade, AK14 seized by the Federal Police, or a twelve-three who took drugs while holding a pistol or even a submachine gun. Year old teenager. They always remind you that this is not a Hong Kong or Hollywood movie, this is Brazil, this is a beautiful and cruel reality city.
I remember that there were two face paintings in the news that made me long-lasting shock. One was when the police and bandits were fighting, the reporter took pictures of a child hiding behind a building and striking back. It seemed that he was only eleven or twelve years old. After shooting a few shots at the joint police , Actually danced samba there, danced with his hands, and then shot here again. He is the most ignorant but happiest gangster, and fighting has only become a game.
In another scene of the same gunfight, many people subconsciously speeded up and quickly circumvented when they heard the gunfire. But that day, a middle-aged man on the news scene walked through the intersection calmly amidst the gunshots of the police and the gang. It seems that none of this has anything to do with him, or it seems to be completely out of life and death, or he has figured out that TMD, in the Rio slum, is more than anyone else's life. The King wants me to die three times, and I can't keep my life until five times.
This is Rio. In fact, Rio’s gangsters may also be the happiest robbers in the world. Their homes are in the middle of the mountains and facing the sea. The climate is pleasant. They sleep in every morning and go surfing and picking up girls on the beach at noon. Cooking in the afternoon, taking drugs and selling drugs in the evening, jumping in funk, looking for women, or committing crimes, and getting a bullet to end life without paying attention.
This is Rio, there is no movie, human life is movie.
I didn't talk about movies, because if you understand Rio, you understand the movie.
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