说闹剧一点没贬低的意思...
编这么个故事出来,要么有个健硕的大脑,要么有足够的时间和耐心...
人物关系比一般电影复杂外加古怪的伦敦口音,看懂的人会津津有味,没看懂的一头雾水...
虽然不如两杆大烟枪有让人忍俊不禁的结局,但还是有比较鲜明的个人风格,有爱的黑色幽默...
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handsome bob和Mr. one two...
Mr. one two与执着的胖瘦俄国人...
不知道有没有人想知道那幅lucky painting是个啥...
我是真想把脑袋探进屏幕看个究竟...
此外,摇滚男弹首好听的曲子,还做了首诗...
诗文如下:
You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
All you need to know about life is retained within those four walls.
You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur.
A gold packet of king size with a regal insignia.
An attractive implication toward glamour and wealth.
A subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends.
And that, Pete, is a lie.
Your other personality is trying to draw your
attention to the flip side of the discussion.
Written in boring, bold, black and white, is the statement that these neat little soldiers of death, are, in fact, trying to kill you.
And that, Pete, is the truth.
Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.
That starts sweet ends bitter.
And that which starts bitter ends sweet.
