Global Movie Emperor

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In Lu Ze’s impression, the most well-known film outside the industry with more narratives should be "The Grudge", yes, horror movies, so more narratives and horror movies are a good partner, because the audience does not need to be on the spot. You can understand the story by connecting it. Anyway, it's scary. The integrity of the story is actually not that important for horror movies, is it?

After watching the first time, through the deep impression that the horror movie can leave, people can easily connect the storyline after watching the movie, so that the overall connotation of the horror movie will be sublimated. From understanding the real thoughts of the director, it also makes the story completely full.

As for the three-stage structure, there is no need to say more. Basically all movies are like this. The most famous is the Marvel movie, which has a beginning and a tail, and children can understand it.

It's a digression. Although the more narrative film format is not favored by Lu Ze, it is not the fundamental reason why Lu Ze does not like the script. If only the shooting technique caused the two people to disagree, Lu Ze would still support Mickey. , Because he believes in Mickey's ability to hold the mirror.

The most fundamental reason is that this movie... denies many good things, and denies a lot of things that Lu Ze thinks should happen. This makes it difficult for some stereotyped Lu Ze to accept it.

Think about it, everyone. The relationship between Lu Ze and Mickey is because of this film and Mickey's quarrel. How should those people who are in the sun look at this film? It is strange not to spray Mickey with blood. Lu Ze refused to let Mickey make this movie just to prevent this from happening.

Mickey didn’t answer Lu Ze’s question at first. Instead, he buried his head deeply in his legs and was silent for a long time before raising his head. He rubbed and drank until his face was numb, and he took a hard breath to burn. Half of the cigarette, which had not been flicked in soot, showed fatigue that had never been felt before.

"At first I didn't want to say, but you want to understand, then it doesn't matter if I answer you, you know that I am in prison, right? Do you know what kind of prison I am in?"

"You seem to have said that a prison for serious prisoners? Of course I understand how abnormal it is for a person who was arrested for drunk driving and a group of murderers to be locked together, but... I don't think it is enough to make you so pessimistic, yours The spirit is not enough to be defeated like this."

"Yes...a prison for severe prisoners, but it is not just a prison for severe prisoners. Do you know who I am locked up with? A group of mentally ill people who are re-serving the severe sentence after medical treatment by a foreign insurance company? Is it not enough?"

In an instant, a chill came, and Lu Ze’s hairs stood up. It was already a terrifying thing to be locked up with a group of murderous desperadoes. If you add the mental disorder... enough It makes a normal person feel desperate, and the other is to stand in the position of Mickey’s friend and deeply hate Lawrence. He is a killer against Mickey, even if he does not die, he will drive him crazy. Such a shameful person... How to use words to evaluate?

The unflipped soot was finally overwhelmed and fell on the back of Mickey's instep, but he didn't seem to feel the scorching heat of the spark in the soot. He simply patted the back of the instep, leaving a gray mark, and his eyes were still watching the multi-angle refraction The shining crystal lamp slowly stated the past to Lu Ze.

"The serious prisoner is a two-person room, and the man who shares my room with me is a man with mania. He came in because he sucked a lot, had hallucinations, and killed his own wife and children. The condition of the mental patient is controlled to the extent that no violence is used, and then the patient is allowed to continue serving the sentence. Because a large part of mental illness is incurable, so after all, they are still sick. The man is very cold during the day. In order to punish myself, every day I find other prisoners to blame, fight with others, and beat myself to the scars. At night, he will cry loudly and wailing like a ghost. Every day I cover my ears and hide under the quilt. I have a little sense of security, but I'm still afraid of being killed by him."

"At first, I got nervous breakdown by him, but slowly I got used to it. After being beaten by him a few times, I became friends with him. He helped me settle the JI guys who were staring at me. Let me come out safe and sound. Perhaps the advantage of being in a prison area with mental patients is that there is no power there, and I don’t need to be forced to join a gang for self-protection. Otherwise, even if I come out safe and sound, I will end up better than when I was just released. Much miserable."

"Slowly, I learned the rules of getting along with them. When they are not sick, they can live in peace. When they are sick, they will quickly stay away, and wait until their illness is calm before going to condolences. In fact, when they are not sick... Nice people are very friendly, so I made friends with many people. Later, the relationship got closer and closer. They learned that I was a director, and they provided me with a lot of material when writing "Effect" and took the initiative to tell Their story, do you know what they said?"

"what?"

Lu Ze listened very seriously, and took the initiative to put the ashtray in front of Mickey to let him go out. He poured a glass of wine again, silently thinking about whether he would go crazy if he lived in that environment, oh right... …He is crazy, he is more crazy than anyone else.

"They just want to say sorry to those who were killed by them. They didn't mean it. Although they also know that it is useless to say so, they are still condemned by themselves and they are doing wrong for themselves. Confession, they always shed tears when they talk about this, and when I comfort them, they replied that it was their fault and that it was their fault. They should use their loneliness to make up for it, although they are more I want to pay the victim’s life, but the sentence for mental patients is life imprisonment at most. You can’t ask them to commit suicide to pay. When I asked them what made them this way, their answer was always silent. The final answer is...pressure, pressure from all sides, so I started writing. This is the origin of "Death to Life", which carries the nightmares of dozens of mental patients."

The ability to withstand stress is different from person to person. Among them, Asians have the strongest ability to withstand stress. Because Asians have pursuits, other races, especially whites, are not strong in stress resistance. Why? This is not a problem of race, but the living environment, that is to say, all of this is caused by the high living index.

They are too easy to get happiness, which leads to the loss of happiness. For example, people in Nordic countries, prisons like Iceland are all one room with shower and kitchen. It’s okay that inmates can form a band. A record, all kinds of benefits are scary, you throw him to Africa, see if he can hold it?

So don't point to the mental illness being too fragile, because most of them live in an environment that you envy when they are healthy. After all, they are losing all the poor people.

Killing is not in vain, whether he is mentally ill or not, but it does not prevent you from making friends with him and listening to his past. It may bring you some feelings, and "Dead Life" is a collection of these feelings.

"So I decided to shoot it because this is their wish. Even if they are sentenced to life imprisonment, they may not be able to watch it with their own eyes in this life, but I made a promise to them to show the **** side of life and let everyone see Look, this...Is it me or him. A terrible life, but what they hope is that after watching the movie, people will reflect on it and live with a good yearning for life instead of going their way, like The sentence Hemingway wrote."

"This world is a good place, and it's worth fighting for."

He said a lot and expressed the hope of more than one person. This made Lu Ze a great change in his purpose for making this film, but he still expressed concern about his mental state.

"But you are in this state... it's really bad. If you really want to fight for this world, you shouldn't have this attitude to life. Drinking day and night is too heavy for your body. Have you ever been responsible for yourself? You can't be responsible for yourself, so what can you do to realize their wishes?"

Mickey didn't catch a cold with Lu Ze's consolation. He rubbed the stubble of his chin, his face was pale and swollen, and his expression was as gloomy as before. When he met Lu Ze, he smiled miserably.

"Since I entered, I have been dead and will never be resurrected. This body has imprisoned me. After all, I have lost everything just like them. There is a funeral in my mind. There was only one person who attended the funeral, and it was me. There was only one person who personally buried me in the funeral. It was also me at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com."

"I just want to burn myself, let everyone watch me, and let them all know that a man named Mickey Taylor has died. I want to shoot this movie, Lu Ze, help me... please. "

Both sides were silent, and the silent air was frozen. Lu Ze was trying to extract the thin oxygen from the frozen space. Mickey clasped his legs with both hands, did not look at Lu Ze, but just said to himself.

Lu Ze got up, sat next to the huge French bay window, lit a cigarette, exhaled and inhaled twice, and clicked on the window glass with his finger, as if he was about to crush a driving vehicle the size of an ant, and his bathrobe was loose. , Revealing half of his strong chest, double-glazed to reflect his profile, in this orange night illuminated by the street lamp, the rough man looked a little beautiful.

He remained silent until the sun slowly rose from one end of the earth, red, and dawn... He also made his own choice, looking at this unruly surface and deadly silent friend, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay, but...you have to live well, don't die."

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