Global Movie Emperor

"PS: The repeated chapters have been modified. Refresh and you can see the content of Chapter 365, which is connected to this chapter. There are two updates today!"

In Lu Ze's impression, the most well-known movie outside the industry with More Narrative is probably "The Grudge". Yes, it is a horror movie. In this way, More Narrative and horror movies are a good partner, because the audience does not need to be on the spot. You can understand it by connecting the plot, and it's all about being scary anyway. The completeness of the story is actually not that important to a horror movie, right?

After watching it for the first time, through the deep impression that horror movies can leave on people, people can easily connect the storyline together after watching the movie, which will sublimate the overall connotation of the horror movie. Understanding the director's true thoughts also makes the story completely fuller.

As for the three-part structure, needless to say, basically all movies are like this. The most famous one is the Marvel movie. It has a beginning and an end and can be understood by children.

I digress. Although the film format with more narrative points is not favored by Lu Ze, it is not the fundamental reason why Lu Ze does not like the script. If it was just the shooting technique that caused a disagreement between the two, Lu Ze would still support Mickey. , because he believed in Mitch’s ability to hold the scene.

The most fundamental reason is that this movie... denies many good things and denies many things that Lu Ze thinks should happen, which makes it difficult for the somewhat rigid Lu Ze to accept it.

Think about it, everyone, Lu Ze and Mickey both had a quarrel with Mickey because of this movie. How should those people with sunny hearts react after watching this movie? It would be weird not to spray Mickey with blood. Lu Ze refused to let Mickey make this movie just to prevent this from happening.

In response to Lu Ze's inquiry, Mickey did not give an answer at first. Instead, he buried his head deeply in his legs. After a long silence, he raised his head, rubbed his face that was numb from drinking, and took a deep breath until it burned. A half-cut cigarette with no ashes flicked out, and an unprecedented tiredness appeared on his face.

"I didn't want to say it at first, but you want to know, so it doesn't matter if I answer you. You know that I went to prison, right? Do you know what kind of prison I went to?"

"You seem to have said that it's a prison for serious offenders, right? Of course I understand how abnormal it is for a person caught drunk driving to be locked up with a group of murderers, but... I don't think it's enough to make you so pessimistic. The spirit is not strong enough to be broken like this.”

"Yes... a prison for serious criminals, but it is not just a prison for serious criminals. Do you know who is locked up with me? A group of people with mental illness who have been re-incarcerated after receiving medical treatment. Guilty, isn’t this enough?”

Instantly, a chill came over him, and Lu Ze's hair stood on end. It was already a terrifying thing to be locked up with a gang of murderous desperadoes. If you add in the mental disorder... it would be enough. To make a normal person despair, and from the perspective of Mickey's friend, he has deep disgust and hatred for Lawrence. He just wants to kill Mickey, even if he doesn't die, he will drive him crazy. Such a sinister person...should How to use language to evaluate?

The unfired cigarette ashes were finally overwhelmed and fell on Mickey's instep, but he didn't seem to feel the burning heat of the sparks in the ashes. He simply patted the instep, leaving a gray trace, and his eyes were still watching the multi-angle refraction. The radiant crystal lamp slowly recounted the past to Lu Ze.

"Felons share a room with two persons. The person sharing the room with me was a man suffering from mania. The reason why he came in was because he took drugs, had hallucinations, and killed his wife and children. For medical treatment, the foreign security officer only needed to 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 his sentence, because most mental illnesses are incurable, so in the final analysis, they are still sick. The man was very cold during the day and seemed to In order to punish myself, he would find fault with other prisoners every day, fight with them, and beat himself until he was scarred. At night, he would cry loudly and wail like a ghost. I had to cover my ears tightly every day and hide under the quilt. I feel a little bit safe, but I’m still worried about him getting sick and killing me.”

"At first, he gave me a nervous breakdown, but gradually I got used to it. After being beaten by him a few times, I became friends with him. He also helped me deal with a few J.I. guys who were targeting me. Let me come out safe and sound. Perhaps the advantage of being in the same prison area as a mental patient 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, my end will be worse than when I was first released from prison. It’s much worse.”

"Slowly, I learned the rules of getting along with them. When they are not sick, I can get along with them peacefully. When they are sick, I will stay away as soon as possible. I will wait until their condition subsides before going to visit them. In fact, when they are not sick... They were nice people and very friendly, so I made friends with many of them. Later, our relationship became closer and closer. They knew that I was a director and provided me with a lot of material when I was writing "The Effect" and took the initiative to talk about it. Their stories, do you know what they said?”

"What?"

Lu Ze listened very seriously and took the initiative to put the ashtray in front of Mickey and let him extinguish it. He poured himself another glass of wine and silently thought about whether he would go crazy if he lived in that kind of environment. Oh, by the way... …He is already crazy, 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 saying this will not help at all, they are still self-condemned in their hearts and they are also feeling sorry for themselves for what they have done wrong. When they talk about it, they always shed tears. When I comfort them, they answer that it is their own fault. This is the mistake they made, and they should spend their lonely lives to make up for it. Although they are more I want to compensate the victim, but the penalty for mentally ill patients is life imprisonment at most. You can't ask them to commit suicide to pay back. And when I ask them what made them become like this, their answer is always silent. The final answer was... pressure, pressure from all aspects, so I started writing, and this is the origin of "Afterlife", which carries the nightmares of dozens of mental patients."

The ability to withstand stress is different between people. Among them, Asians have the strongest ability to withstand stress, because Asians have pursuits. Other races, especially white people, do not have strong ability to withstand stress. Why? This is not a problem of race, but caused by the living environment. In other words, all this is caused by the high living index.

It is too easy for them to gain happiness, which makes them unable to withstand the blow of losing it. For example, in Nordic countries, prisons like Iceland have one room with a shower room and a kitchen. If nothing happens, the inmates can form a band to perform. He has a record and all the benefits are frighteningly high. You throw him to Africa and see if he can handle it?

So don't point out that mentally ill people are too fragile, because most of them live in an environment that you envy when they are healthy. After all, they are just poor people who have lost everything.

Murder cannot be forgiven, no matter whether he is mentally ill or not, but this does not prevent you from making friends with him and listening to his past may bring you some feelings, and "The Past" is the collection of these feelings.

"So I decided to film it because it was their wish, even if they were sentenced to life imprisonment and may never be able to see it in their lifetime, but I made a promise to them to show the fucked up side of life for everyone to see. Look, this... is my terrible life, but what they hope is that after watching the movie, people will reflect on it and live with a better yearning for life. Don't follow their path, just like That’s what Hemingway wrote.”

"The world is a good place and worth fighting for."

He talked a lot and expressed the hope of more than just him. This made Lu Ze have a great change in his purpose of making this film, but he was still worried about his mental state.

"But your current state... is really too bad. If you really want to fight for this world, you shouldn't have this attitude towards life. Drinking day and night will put too much burden on your body. You have Have you ever been responsible for yourself? If you can't take responsibility for yourself, then how can you fulfill their wishes?"

Mickey was not impressed by Lu Ze's consolation. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. His face was pale and swollen, and his expression was as gloomy as ever. When he looked at Lu Ze, he smiled miserably.

"Since I entered, I have been dead and will never be resurrected. This body imprisons me. After all, like them, I have lost everything. There is a funeral in my mind. Death There is only one person who attends the funeral and buries me with his own hands, and that is me."

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

The two sides were silent, and the silent air was frozen. Lu Ze was trying hard to extract the thin oxygen in the frozen space. Mickey hugged his legs with his hands and didn't look at Lu Ze. He just talked to himself,

Lu Ze stood up, sat by the huge floor-to-ceiling bay window, lit a cigarette, exhaled twice, inhaled twice, and tapped the window glass with his finger, as if he wanted to crush the moving vehicle as big as an ant, his bathrobe was loose , half of his strong chest was exposed, and the double-layered glass reflected his profile. In this orange-yellow night illuminated by street lights, the rough man looked rare and beautiful.

He was silent until the sun slowly rose from one end of the earth, turning red and bright... He also made his own choice, looking at this friend who was bohemian on the surface but dead inside, his voice was a little hoarse.

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

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