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In Lu Ze's impression, the most well-known movie with multi-point narration outside the industry should be "The Grudge", yes, horror films, so multi-point narration and horror films are a good partner, because the audience doesn't need to connect the plot on the spot to understand it, anyway, it's scary, and the integrity of the story is actually not that important for horror films, isn't it?

And after watching it for the first time, through the deep impression that horror movies can leave on people, people can easily link the storyline together after watching the movie, so that the overall connotation of the horror film will be sublimated, and the real thoughts of the director will be understood, and the story will be completely plumped.

As for the three-stage structure, needless to say, basically all films are like this, the most famous is the Marvel movie, there is a beginning and an end, and children can understand it.

digression, although the multi-narrative film form is not favored by Lu Ze, it is not the fundamental reason why Lu Ze does not like this script, if it is just the shooting technique that causes the two to have a disagreement, Lu Ze will still support Mickey, because he believes in Mickey's ability to handle the camera.

The most fundamental reason is that this movie ...... denied a lot of good things, and denied a lot of things that Lu Ze thought should happen, which made it difficult for some old-fashioned Lu Ze to accept.

Let's think about it, as far as the relationship between Lu Ze and Mickey is concerned, they all quarreled with Mickey because of this film, what should those people with sunshine in their hearts react to after watching this film? It's strange if you don't spray Mickey bloody, Lu Ze refused to let Mickey make this movie in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening.

For Lu Ze's inquiry, Mickey did not give an answer at first, but buried his head deep in his legs, and was silent for a long time before he raised his head, rubbed his face that was numb from drinking, and took a hard puff of the cigarette roll that burned to the point of half, but did not play the ashes, and his face showed unprecedented tiredness.

"Originally, I didn't want to say it, but if you want to know, then it doesn't hurt for me to 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 prison for felons? Of course I understand how abnormal it is for a drunk driver to be locked up with a gang of murderers, but ...... I don't think it's enough to make you so pessimistic, your spirit is not enough to be crushed like this. ”

"yes...... Prison for felons, but it's not just a prison for felons, do you know who I'm with? A bunch of felons who have mental illness and are being treated by foreign bail and re-incarcerated are not enough?"

In an instant, a chill surged in, and Lu Ze's hairs stood up, it was already a terrifying thing to be locked up with a group of outlaws who killed people without blinking, if you added the article of mental abnormality...... is enough to make a normal person despair, and in addition, he stands in the position of Mickey's friend, and has a deep dislike and hatred for Lawrence, he is the one who makes Mickey die, even if he doesn't die, he will drive him crazy, such a bad person...... How do you use words to evaluate?

The unloaded soot was finally overwhelmed and fell on Mickey's instep, but he didn't seem to feel the scorching heat of the sparks in the ash, just simply patted the instep of his foot, leaving a gray trace, his eyes were still staring at the crystal lamp that refracted light from multiple angles, and slowly stated the past to Lu Ze.

"The felons are two people in a room, and the one in the room with me is a man with mania, he came in because he smoked a lot, hallucinated, killed his wife and children, and the foreign security only needs to control the condition of the mentally ill to the extent that no violence is used, and then let the patient continue to serve his sentence, because a large part of the mental illness is incurable, so in the end, they are still sick, the man is very indifferent during the day, it seems that in order to punish himself, every day to find the stubble of other prisoners, fight with others, beat himself until he is scarred, and at night, he will cry loudly, wailing like a ghost, I have to cover my ears every day, hiding under the quilt has a little sense of security, but he will still be scared, afraid of being killed by his illness. ”

"At first, I was given a nervous breakdown by him, but slowly, I got used to it, and after being beaten by him a few times, I became friends with him, and he also helped me settle a few JI guys who were eyeing me, so that I came out unharmed, maybe the advantage of being in a prison with a mentally ill person is that there is no power there, and I don't need to be forced to join a gang in order to protect myself, otherwise even if I come out unharmed, the end will be much worse than when I was just released from prison. ”

"Slowly, I learned the rules of getting along with them, you can live peacefully when they don't get sick, stay away when they get sick, and go over to comfort when the illness calms down, in fact, when they don't get sick...... They were all nice people, very friendly, so I made friends with a lot of people, and then we got closer and closer, and they knew that I was a director, and they provided me with a lot of material when I was writing "The Effect", and took the initiative to tell their stories, do you know what they said?"

"What?"

Lu Ze listened very seriously, took the initiative to put the ashtray in front of Mickey and let him extinguish it, poured himself a glass of wine again, and thought silently, if he lived in that environment, would he go crazy, oh yes...... He's crazy, more crazy than anyone else.

"They just want to say sorry to those who were killed by them, they didn't mean to, although they also know that it doesn't help at all, but their hearts are still condemned by themselves, they are also repenting for what they did wrong, they always shed tears when they talk about this, when I comfort them, they answer that it is their own fault, this is their mistake, they should use their lonely life to make up for it, although they want to pay for the victim's life more, but for the punishment of the mentally ill, at most life imprisonment, you can't ask them to commit suicide to pay back, and when I asked them, what made them like this, their answer, always silent, and finally answered yes...... Pressure, pressure in all directions, so I started writing, and that's where "Dead Life" came from, carrying the nightmares of dozens of mentally ill people. ”

The ability to resist pressure is not the same between people, and the strongest ability to resist pressure is Asians, because Asians have pursuits, and other races, especially white people, are not strong in pressure resistance, why? This is not a problem of race, but caused by the living environment, that is, all this is caused by the high life index.

For example, people in the Nordic countries, like Iceland, prisons are one-bedroom with showers and kitchens, and the inmates can also form a band and make a record, and the benefits are scary, you throw him to Africa to see if he can bear it?

So don't point out that mental illness is too vulnerable, because most of them live in an environment that you envy when they are healthy, and in the end they are just poor people who have lost everything.

Murder is not whitewashed, whether he is mentally ill or not, but this does not prevent you from making friends with him, listening to his past, maybe it can bring you some feelings, and "Death" is a collection of these feelings.

"So I decided to shoot it because that's what they wanted, even if they were sentenced to life in prison, they might not be able to see it for themselves in their lifetime, but I made a promise to them to show the fucking side of life and let everyone come and see it...... It's my hellish life, but what they hope is that after watching the movie, people will reflect on it, live with a beautiful yearning for life, and don't follow their path, just like Hemingway wrote. ”

"It's a good place to be a good place, and it's worth fighting for. ”

He said a lot and expressed his hopes for more than one person, which made Lu Ze have a great change in his purpose for making this movie, but he is still worried about his mental state.

"But you're in this state...... It's really too bad, if you really want to fight for the world, you shouldn't be this attitude to life, drinking day and night, it's too much burden on your body, have you ever been responsible for yourself? You can't be responsible for yourself, so what can you do to fulfill their wishes?"

Mickey was not impressed by Lu Ze's persuasion, he rubbed the stubble on his chin, his face was pale and puffy, his expression was as gloomy as ever, and when he looked at Lu Ze, he smiled miserably.

"I have been dead since I entered, and will never be resurrected, this shell has imprisoned me, in the end, I have lost everything like them, there is a funeral in my head, and there is only one person who has died, and it is me, and there is only one person who attended the funeral and buried me with his own hands, and it is also me. ”

"I just want to burn myself, let everyone look at me, let them know that there is a person named Mitch Taylor who has died, and I want to make this film, Lu Ze, help me...... Please. ”

The two sides were silent, the silent air was frozen, Lu Ze was trying to extract the thin oxygen in the solidified space, Mickey clasped his legs with both hands, did not look at Lu Ze, just said to himself,

Lu Ze got up, sat by the huge floor-to-ceiling bay window, lit a cigarette, exhaled twice, inhaled twice, and pointed his fingers on the window glass, as if he was going to crush the vehicle that was moving, like the size of an ant, the bathrobe was loose, revealing half of his strong chest, and the double glass reflected his side face.

He was silent until the morning sun rose from one end of the earth, crimson, and the day dawned...... He also made his own choice, looking at this friend who was uninhibited on the surface and dead in his heart, his voice was a little hoarse.

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

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