——Impressions of Film “John Wick:Chapter3-Parabellum(2019)”
When you’re in trouble, who expects you to make it out? Your family, your real friends, or the men without any ill feeling of you? I think the best answer is the hope in your heart.
Sometimes you did something correctly, such as a doctor helps a patient sufuring the wound on his right shoulder. Though the doctor obeyed some rules and “stopped on the hour” exactly. And few people believe it but the doctor and his patient. It’s easier doubted than trusted. As the saying goes, “Love your neighbor, yet pull not down your fence.” So, we seem to be living in thick of doubt.
“Your penance will be paid in blood.” Unquestionably, if you want to let somebody trust you, you may make a great sacrifice. It’s may be a Cross Mark, “a dog”, a ring finger. Of course, we can’t kill the bearer of our marker. When ours need help, we should be there. I do believe everybody is the center of his world. Nothing’s ever just a conversation with us when we are in trouble. You never know, what will happen next second. The farther a man goes, the more he wants to back where he started eagerly. Why? Recall the past, memory someone important in his heart. It seems like that everyone is suffering from the consequences of their actions. What should we be when we are in others’ eyes, in our eyes, in our memory, in the dark…? Some of them might be enemies of us and we won’t put a gun and shoot them. Because they originated from ourselves, we can’t sell our soul anyway.
After of all, there’s still a real question, “Who do I wish to as?” I’m afraid the answer is a long story from person to person.
Extract from Film “John Wick:Chapter3-Parabellum(2019)”
I do hope that Mr. Wick finds his way to safety.
He knew the rules, he broke them.
Do you expect him to make it out?
Can I help you?
“Russian Folktale”, Alexander Afanasyev, 1864.
“Consider your origins. You were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge. ”——Dante
I still have time.
No help, no services of any kind.
-Top shelf. On the right. Yeah.Take four. It will you energy. Help with the pain. Mr. Wick? They’ll never believe I stopped on the hour.
-But you did.
-I told you where the medicine was.
One may not be enough.
“Tale of two wolves.”
It’s been a while.
Show him the way.
-You forget that the Ruska Roma is bound by the High Table, and the High Table stands above all? They could kill me just for talking to you. You honor me by bringing death to my front door. Jadani, what has become of you?
-I am Jardan Jovonovich. I am a child of the Belarus, an orphan of your tribe…You are bound to help me… You are bound… And I am owed.
-Rooney, enough! With me.
The High Table wants your life.
How can you fight the wind?
How can you smash the mountains?
How can you bury the ocean?
How can you escape from the light?
Of course, you can go to the dark.
But they’re in the dark, too.
So tell me, Jordan.
What do you really want?
So be it.
How may I help you?
There are rules, they are the only things that separate us from the animals.
Sofia! You can’t kill the bearer of your marker.
This is your blood. Your bond.
When you needed help, I was there.
What could he possibly give to you?
Your penance will be paid in blood.
I have served, I will be of service.
Nothing’s ever just a conversation with you, John.
What brings you to my domain?
Do you come here to kill me?
No, you cannot keep my .
My son, how have you come to be so lost?
Never seen a man fight so hard to end up back where he started.
Sir! Put your weapon down.
Unless you wish to become the same, I suggest you lower your gun.
-They sent men to kill you, and now you to kill me. Isn’t that why you’re here?
-I have served, I will be of service.
-But you’re having doubts. Just don’t make the mistake of pretending this is peral. If you feel you must, put a bullet through my heart. The High Table has asked me to step down.
-You should have killed me in the Continental.
-Maybe I shout have.
-Rules and consequences.
-It seems like everyone is suffering from the consequences of their actions.
-And you’re not stepping down?
-No. I don’t think I am.
-So it’s war?
-You’re going to war with the High Table?
-Skirmish. Unless you decide to shoot me. But, then, I’d rather die at the hand of a friend than that of an enemy. No, I’ve made my choice. It’s up to you to make yours.
-You shoot me, you sell your soul.
-But I’ll be alive. And I can remember her.
-Until you die as a servant of the High Table. Now, you did the impossible, you stopped, you got out. You only came back because Helen was taken away from you. The real question is, who do you wish to die as? The Baba Yaga? The last thing many men ever see? Or as a man who loved and was loved by his wife? Who do you to die as, Jonathan?
-You can take the Continental. I have no doubt about that. But keeping it, that’s a different matter entirely. My allegiances run way beyond this building.
-We are High Table.
-And we are New York City.
The Continental will now be reconsecrated.
Mr. Wick is gone.
And they’re about to find out, if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.
Cause I am really pissed off.
You pissed, John? Are you?