In an escape from infamy, there is an inevitable futility. The acquiesce of any empathy to become stoic, any sensitivity is the sacrifice of regiment.
It's the burden of hubris that brings mortality. On the withering tracks, greed and pride exploit desperation and notion. It's not rapture that they seek, they anticipate animosity of their approach, but an anguished escape from the malaise of destitution and hegemony, bred not only in the streets but in the institutions.
Catalyzed by haste in her altruism. Catalyzed by her empathy is his second chance from the streets, from the animosity.
Cary Joji Fukunaga's direction, in his feature debut, is precise. Even in the essence of hope, he doesn't entertain the idea of having…