The mantis catches the cicada, followed by the oriole.
This movie reminds us that no matter how exhausted a person is, or how calm he is, there are limits. There are always people outside people, and there are days outside the sky. The result of peeling it all the way is like peeling an onion, only to find that there is no so-called core existence, but a big net of mutual entanglement of layers of relationships, mutual harm and mutual love.
I love the unwavering look in the serial killer's eyes and the precise and steady hands when he takes a knife and kills a life.
I don't know if such a person really exists. I don't know how to break through the fear of human nature, or how to let go, how to restrain, so that I can turn myself into a machine. worship.
It is said that a classic blood-splashing movie like saw should be very particular about the texture of blood, but I don’t know why, the blood in the whole article feels pink and fluffy, and even the blood that sticks to the face and dries up is bright. of a somewhat transparent red.
But in any case, it is an 80-point movie with a tight plot and a bizarre ending. As the final chapter, it is not bad.
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