I really have doubt, but, not the hypocritical doubt coming from the 2008 movie.

 

Speaking of my favorite movie, which is Waterworld, I have doubt. And about Southland tales, I have doubt too.

 

Once again, I found my answer by myself. Okay I have forgot to mention my question: why people, so few people, could actually appreciate the true gems?

 

The answer is plain and straightforward: it's just because the stupid director feels himself so distinguish or he becomes angry at his life, so he let everything come out at once and don't care about his audience. Maybe a bit more straightforward: A writer needs to decide whether he will write for himself or he will write for the readers. Maybe now you could understand my doubt, like what Maugham had been wondering in The Razor's Edge.

 

PS: Dun expect you could understand what I am talking about unless you have read some Philip Kindred Dick.