Unfortunately for me, I have never liked such suspenseful movies very much. Because maybe I'm used to watching movies from a bystander's point of view, and I don't like seeing it in the first person, which makes me feel insecure and out of control. Just like I like to watch other people ride roller coasters, I don't like to ride myself. In addition, most of the protagonists of suspense movies are somewhat schizophrenic and non-mainstream, which is subjective and unacceptable to me. So for suspense films, especially those that combine dreams, sometimes I even think the director and screenwriter are clever, such as Mulholland Avenue. The reason for this may be that my "playing path" is too narrow, I like to define the audience and the audience too much, and I despise myself and people who are as narrow as myself.
Leaving aside subjective factors, this film successfully supports the neuroticism of the protagonist in terms of narrative style, actors, and pictures. Although the mechanic in the movie suffers from severe insomnia, his physical sobriety does not affect his mental entry into the dream state. For him, reality was the day of the car accident, and he has lived in a dream ever since. Every detail of reality is precisely projected into his dream.
The idea of the story is very clear, Guilty Conscience. Surrendering yourself is the only way out, or your conscience will eat you alive. Just like Trevor who was gnawed to the bone by his conscience, although he is still alive, he is dead.
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