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Six minutes to recap León: The Professional, Children of Men, Train to Busan, The Wolverine, and The Last of Us
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Major spoiler warning: this article spoils León: The Professional, Children of Men, Train to Busan, The Wolverine, and The Last of Us all in one go!
Once upon a time, there was a middle-aged guy:
He lived in a world that was thoroughly rotten:
The middle-aged guy got by with a not-so-glamorous job:
His heart was ice-cold. He shut himself off, convinced that this was the only way to survive in a chaotic world:
The middle-aged guy liked a drink now and then:
One day, a little girl appeared:
In that thoroughly rotten world, a gang of thoroughly rotten bad guys were hunting the little girl:
Somewhere out there, in the land of poetry and distant horizons, there was a “shelter”—the little girl would be safe only there:
The middle-aged guy reluctantly set out to escort the little girl to the shelter:
Along the way, they went through every hardship imaginable:
Because of the little girl, the ice in the middle-aged guy’s heart slowly melted:
He began to understand that he hadn’t saved the little girl; she had caught him at the edge of humanity’s descent:
From then on, escorting the little girl was no longer a mission, but a responsibility:
Unfortunately, the bad guys still found the little girl:
“Touch my little girl and I’ll drag you all straight to hell.” —
The middle-aged guy bled his last drop of blood:
The little girl was safe. She missed the middle-aged guy very much:
———the weathered-life dividing line———
Once upon another time, there was a middle-aged guy:
He lived in a world that was thoroughly rotten:
The middle-aged guy got by with a not-so-glamorous job:
His heart was ice-cold. He shut himself off, convinced that this was the only way to survive in a chaotic world:
The middle-aged guy liked a drink now and then:
One day, a little girl appeared:
In that thoroughly rotten world, a gang of thoroughly rotten bad guys were hunting the little girl:
Somewhere out there, in the land of poetry and distant horizons, there was a shelter; the little girl would be safe only there:
The middle-aged guy reluctantly set out to escort the little girl to the shelter:
Along the way, they went through every hardship imaginable:
Because of the little girl, the ice in the middle-aged guy’s heart slowly melted:
He began to understand that he hadn’t saved the little girl; she had caught him at the edge of humanity’s descent:
From then on, escorting the little girl was no longer a mission, but a responsibility:
Unfortunately, the bad guys still found the little girl:
“Touch my little girl and I’ll drag you all straight to hell.” —
The middle-aged guy bled his last drop of blood:
The little girl was safe. From then on, she would surely listen whenever someone told her the middle-aged guy’s story:
———the weathered-life dividing line———
Once upon yet another time, there was a middle-aged guy:
He lived in a world that was thoroughly rotten:
The middle-aged guy got by with a not-so-glamorous job:
His heart was ice-cold. He shut himself off, convinced that this was the only way to survive in a chaotic world:
The middle-aged guy liked a drink now and then:
One day, a little girl appeared:
In that thoroughly rotten world, a gang of thoroughly rotten bad guys were hunting the little girl:
Somewhere out there, in the land of poetry and distant horizons, there was a shelter; the little girl would be safe only there:
The middle-aged guy reluctantly set out to escort the little girl to the shelter:
Along the way, they went through every hardship imaginable:
Because of the little girl, the ice in the middle-aged guy’s heart slowly melted:
He began to understand that he hadn’t saved the little girl; she had caught him at the edge of humanity’s descent:
From then on, escorting the little girl was no longer a mission, but a responsibility:
Unfortunately, the bad guys still found the little girl:
“Touch my little girl and I’ll drag you all straight to hell.” —
The middle-aged guy bled his last drop of blood:
The little girl was safe, and she missed the middle-aged guy very much:
———the weathered-life dividing line———
Once upon a time, there was, unbelievably, another middle-aged guy:
He lived in a world that was thoroughly rotten:
The middle-aged guy got by with a not-so-glamorous job:
His heart was ice-cold. He shut himself off, convinced that this was the only way to survive in a chaotic world:
The middle-aged guy liked a drink now and then:
One day, a little girl appeared:
In that thoroughly rotten world, a gang of thoroughly rotten bad guys were hunting the little girl:
Somewhere out there, in the land of poetry and distant horizons, there was a shelter; the little girl would be safe only there:
The middle-aged guy reluctantly set out to escort the little girl to the shelter:
Along the way, they went through every hardship imaginable:
Because of the little girl, the ice in the middle-aged guy’s heart slowly melted:
He began to understand that he hadn’t saved the little girl; she had caught him at the edge of humanity’s descent:
From then on, escorting the little girl was no longer a mission, but a responsibility:
Unfortunately, the bad guys still found the little girl:
“Touch my little girl and I’ll drag you all straight to hell.” —
The middle-aged guy bled his last drop of blood:
The little girl was safe, and she missed the middle-aged guy very much:
———the weathered-life dividing line———
Once upon a time, there was one final middle-aged guy:
He lived in a world that was thoroughly rotten:
The middle-aged guy got by with a not-so-glamorous job:
His heart was ice-cold. He shut himself off, convinced that this was the only way to survive in a chaotic world:
This middle-aged guy didn’t drink:
One day, a little girl appeared:
In that thoroughly rotten world, a gang of thoroughly rotten bad guys were hunting the little girl:
Somewhere out there, in the land of poetry and distant horizons, there was a shelter; the little girl would be safe only there:
The middle-aged guy reluctantly set out to escort the little girl to the shelter:
Along the way, they went through every hardship imaginable:
Because of the little girl, the ice in the middle-aged guy’s heart slowly melted:
He began to understand that he hadn’t saved the little girl; she had caught him at the edge of humanity’s descent:
From then on, escorting the little girl was no longer a mission, but a responsibility:
After every danger, the middle-aged guy finally delivered the little girl to the shelter:
The people in the shelter told him that the little girl carried within her the secret to saving this thoroughly rotten world:
The little girl dies, humanity is saved:
However,
“Touch my little girl and I’ll drag you all straight to hell.” —
The middle-aged guy slaughtered the people who wanted to save humanity and rescued the little girl:
Together, they went to humanity’s last paradise:
The middle-aged guy didn’t think there was anything to feel guilty about in destroying humanity’s last hope with his own hands:
Maybe the world’s downfall was exactly what made it possible for him. Who knows? Maybe the world collapsed simply so he and the little girl could be together:
Fuck the world! I just want to save my girl!
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