"Let the Bullets Fly" is an undefinable movie, and those who can understand it call "Let the Bullets Fly" a divine work, and those who can't understand or don't understand this history feel general.
But the character I will talk about next, whether you can understand it or not, you will feel that this person is not simple, she is The Flower Sister.
This woman with the most shots in "Let the Bullets Fly", Hua Jie, from the beginning of the appearance is not simple to follow Huang Silang. Later, she wanted to do something meaningful, and began to overthrow Huang Silang with Zhang Mazi. In the end, after overthrowing Huang Silang, Hua Jie took Zhang Mazi's brother to Shanghai.
In this, she is at ease between various forces, even in the face of deep and fiery adversity, she can still distinguish the strength and weakness of various forces, people like Huang Silang, also in her grasp, can be said to be a set of courage, intelligence, agility and calm and one person.
There is also the relationship between Hua Jie and Huang Silang is definitely not simple, just when Hua Jie checks Huang Silang's stand-in, the first thing to look at is the chest, it can be said that Hua Jie and Huang Si Lang are really familiar to the point that Hua Jie understands Huang Si Lang's body. ┐(´-｀)┌
Many times I have been thinking about things, what kind of people Hua Jie represented at that time, before the Internet said that it was the people, but I felt inaccurate, because the people in the film are those who do not wear tops.
Until one day when I watched the last clip again, I patted my thigh to understand that there was a most critical sentence in the film, that is, Hua Jie asked: "Are we going to Shanghai or Pudong?" Someone replied: "Shanghai is Pudong, and Pudong is Shanghai." ”
Only then did I know that Sister Hua represented the national bourgeoisie, because of the common goal to join the revolutionary ranks, but also has its own speculation, profit-seeking, and then after success, the brothers were corrupted, and the film is simply perfectly matched.
Although in the end, the hemp under the sunset was old, and the legs and feet were not good (he could not kneel down), the brothers also left him. When I went to Pudong, the loneliness of the idealist was that I was the only one left in the group, but the sun rose as usual, and Zhang Mazi was the insistent idealist at sunrise.