For me, “Blow” is a movie about a person and a terrible loss, which, to great happiness, does not happen to every one of us. If we close our eyes to the fact that the story is connected with a white powder, we have a completely ordinary American. He wants to live in prosperity, to love and be loved, he wants to be happy, damn it. Who among us does not dream about it? Each of us is looking for a way to our own happiness, and each one has a different path. Jung made a mistake when choosing his. But which of us made no mistakes? It was just that someone realized and corrected it at the very beginning, but someone succeeded in blinking his eyes and he believed him, making him his executioner.
From the last frame of the film shakes the heart. And this is not because this man trafficked cocaine and got what he deserved; it's because it’s just a man that each of us could be, and he lost everything.
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