Lance really lived up to his expectations, even this seemingly ordinary story is still closely related to the plot, and truly presents the face of Sin City, not a special individual, not a specific small group, but the whole city, the whole world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When the story pushes to this moment, the whole picture of Sin City is truly unfolded in front of the audience.

Emerson couldn't help but be curious, now the scene and the story had begun to get out of control, the whole city was caught in a vortex of violence, as if it had become a battlefield, and Sin City had been reduced to an overwhelming cloud of blood. So, how does Lance wrap it up? How should the story be told?

As soon as the picture turned, Hardigan actually appeared in the camera, lying on the hospital bed, pale and weak, as if he couldn't even move a finger. Surprisingly, almost everyone had forgotten about Hardigan when he reappeared at one of the most inopportune times.

"Pulp Fiction"! This was Chloe's first idea, and such a circular narrative technique was used as early as 1994 in Quentin's film history classic "Pulp Fiction". However, "Pulp Fiction" is even more daring, the male protagonist Vincent is already dead in the third act, but he is "resurrected" in the fourth act, which is actually a way to disrupt the narrative structure and time structure, which is amazing.

"Sin City" apparently takes a similar approach, opening the second story, which everyone in the audience thought was the end - Hardigan heroically died and Nancy was saved. Although Nancy appears as a bar dancer in the next two stories, no one connects Nancy to Hardigan.

In fact, Chloe has always held this doubt: Nancy's character is really useless? It's not like what Lance did. Lance is not the kind of director who intersperses characters and uses empty shots at will, and his script may not be so meticulous that it is without holes, but it is definitely meticulous, and every detail will serve the work as a whole. So, Chloe was curious, waiting.

Now, she finally got the answer.

After Hardigan managed to save Nancy, he couldn't resist Roger's senatorial father. Little Roger's father used his power to force him to take the blame for his son, and Hardigan refused to give in, but Hardigan's past mistakes still landed Hardigan in prison, where he spent eight years.

After Nancy escaped, she didn't return home, but wandered around Sin City, drinking and taking drugs as a child, and later even ran an illegal business and became a ****** in a prostitute/girl gang. In Nancy's dark life, Hardigan is the only sustenance, and she goes under the pseudonym Critya and constantly writes to Hardigan.

A letter from Nancy, which was also the only solace for Hardigan to persevere.

But one day, Nancy's letter was interrupted, and he didn't hear anything from Nancy for two months, which made Hardigan very uneasy, and he chose to give up his resistance and confess his guilt in exchange for parole, looking for protection for Nancy. When Hardigan sees Nancy unharmed, he realizes that Roger, who has turned into a yellow mongrel, has been spying on him, and he is taking the yellow mongrel to find Nancy again. However, it was already too late.

The yellow mongrel captures Nancy and Hardigan.

Looking at the yellow bastard on the screen that looked like a fluorescent light, the mustard yellow color was completely incompatible with the black and white around it, like an abrupt visitor, more ferocious than Muffle, more evil than Dewight, more disgusting than Kevin, grandiose but intolerant of the world. Chloe's stomach began to churn.

Yellow mongrel is a monster, not just a monster, but also a freak bred by a distorted society, he not only represents the deformed mentality of prostitution/children, but also represents the deformed perverts born under social persecution! Chloe also couldn't help but think of the Boston Globe news report, Catholicism, priests, sexual/child abuse...... Ignorance, silence, connivance...... All of them evolved into yellow mongrels on the big screen, as if the yellow mongrels were the embodiment of all evil, disgusting and terrifying.

Obviously, Chloe is not alone. The whole screening room resounded with suppressed low voices, the spasms of the stomach discomfort burned the internal organs of the body, bursting out with anger and shame, rejection and fear, as if he was in the city of sin, as if he was stared at by the slippery eyes of the yellow mongrel, goosebumps on the surface of the skin quickly rose, and the body began to tremble uncontrollably and gently.

The yellow bastard takes Nancy and leaves Hardigan behind, and he decides to take his time to enjoy the torture of Nancy, leaving Hardigan to his own men.

But Hardigan survived tenaciously and tracked down the yellow mongrel all the way, desperate to save Nancy, once again. However, Hardigan was badly injured and dying, which gave the yellow bastard a chance to breathe, and he struggled to kill Hardigan, just then Nancy rushed desperately to stop the yellow bastard.

In grief and indignation, Nancy raised her fist and slammed it on the yellow mongrel; One punch, one punch after another, smashed the whole head of the yellow mongrel field, and finally only a puddle of yellow mud remained, disgusting, and Nancy sat in place in collapse covered in yellow meat sauce, her long golden hair slowly faded and gradually turned black and white.

The whole world has lost its color.

"Goodbye. Little Roger, what an honor. A big smile tugged at the corners of Nancy's mouth.

"Oh." Chloe couldn't hold back any longer, let out a low cry, and looked at Nancy sitting in a cloud of mustard yellow mud, although it was not bright red, but the strong visual impact still made her stomach no longer overwhelmed and retched. It wasn't just Chloe, the gasp in the screening room was clearly audible, and then everyone stared at the big screen in amazement, holding back the discomfort in their hearts, watching Nancy smash the yellow mongrel into a puddle of mud with her fist, the shock mixed with pleasure swept over her, and the inexplicable taste jumped on the tip of her tongue.

But what is certain is that this is definitely an inappropriate movie for children, "R-rated", really? Shouldn't it be "NC-17 class"?

The sadness after the violence reached its extreme silenced the audience. On the one hand, the yellow mongrel is a real deformity, and it seems that everyone wants to destroy him, and the thrill of that justice stretching follows; On the other hand, Nancy's hands are also really stained with blood, and she strangled a fresh life with her bare hands, and since then she has completely integrated into Sin City, and that irrepressible pathos has come slowly. The mixed emotions stunned everyone, and they couldn't find the right words to describe it.

The yellow mongrel died, and Hadigan's fate seemed to have come to an end, even if he used a lifetime of atonement, but the blood that had turned from bright red to dark lost the opportunity to be whitewashed.

Hardigan knows that the senator's father of the yellow mongrel will never let go of his son's murderer, which also means that Nancy will start to die from now on. So, Hardigan took the blame on himself, and after sending Nancy away, he chose to commit suicide.

"An old man died, a young woman survived. A fair shake. ”

After Muffle was sent to the electric chair, Hardigan chose to commit suicide in fear of sin, and it seems that the relatively righteous side of the whole "Sin City" story that seems not so evil will not die well in the end, and even the road to self-redemption has been cut off. Hadigan's death is not a sacrifice, but a kind of despair and cruelty, in this city, justice has no way to survive, only to become evil, more evil, more evil, otherwise it will only perish.

With the deaths of Hardigan and Muffle, both of them went to the grave with sins that did not belong to them, and in this city, it seemed that even the last shred of hope had been completely extinguished, and only endless darkness remained. Now, with only a bunch of prostitutes, a bunch of thugs, a bunch of thugs, and a bunch of corrupt cockroaches left in Sin City, and the whole city was dark, and only despair remained, like an overwhelming cloud of blood, and there was a deep powerlessness everywhere in sight.

Emerson fell silent, and after the story was pushed to the extreme, Lance collected all the clues in a circular structure. After seeing the big from the small, he returns to the individual from the big picture, telling the bits and pieces of this sin city in a real and specific way, and the strong sense of reality makes people feel immersive, as if they are one of them, maybe Nancy, maybe Hardigan. When you look up, you can't see the sunshine or the future.

Society is made up of people, and the disasters of society will be refracted to each individual individual, all of which are caused by them, and the consequences must be borne by themselves, which is a cycle and a reincarnation. Lance's use of circular structures may not be as bold as "pulp fiction", but Lance's deepening and sublimation of the subject is far better than Quentin's, and the aftertaste left on the tip of his tongue is intricate, and the shock is so continuous that the brain can't stop at all, and even makes him unable to breathe.

Perhaps, he needs a little time to digest it.

Emerson thought that this was the end, but he didn't want the story to go back a little further, and the male killer in the opening story appeared again - this is the real circular connection point, where it starts and where it ends.

The traitor among the prostitutes showed up in the hospital unharmed, and she escaped from the hail of bullets. This seems to be the norm in Sin City - the guilty always escape, but the righteous are gone. The prostitute/woman stepped into the elevator, and the killer dressed as a doctor looked up at her.

"You can find anything on that street in Sin City." The killer called the name of the prostitute/woman, she turned around, the thrilling blue was like a bright star, the killer handed over a pack of cigarettes, showing a charming smile, the prostitute/woman hung up the phone, looked at the man in front of her in confusion and surprise, but it was difficult to hide a trace of amazement flashing in her eyes.

Everything is so déjà vu, "anything." The killer's murmuring narration fell, and the big screen went dark. No other sounds, no other hints, no other plots, movies, it's over. (To be continued.) )