Japan always shoots this, pure and extreme evil like snowflakes. And intoxicated, fell into this abyss.
Of course, evil is not so beautiful and simple, and high school students can't make everyone play around. But you will be intoxicated by the mist of the abyss and cannot help but appreciate the beauty of this darkness. This is the subtlety of human nature.
The shaking camera, accompanied by the dizzying lights, is like the perspective of a descendant of drug addicts, and with the world of coquettish claws and claws, fascinated and sober cold eyes watch this gorgeous and short-lived viciousness.
Like Alice's dream, the difference is falling and swaying, the rules, humanity, and desires that have disappeared. Or the opposite of extreme indulgence. When my father killed you again, did he want to be you too?
With the tranquilizers of beer, the rape of the dirty talk, the reversal of the dramatic villain, everything is quite like a dream, with no logical splicing, and delusional hands that are close to reality. The funny thing is that the world in the dream is more beautiful than reality, no matter how dirty.
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