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都说不要看剧情片了完全看不下去我会说嘛整部剧我都跳着看诺顿了眼神温柔笑容魅惑高高瘦瘦一身黑衣。。。

还牵着狗要是在大街上有这么一位我一定着迷了好吗！

诺顿真是个不可思议的演员如果一部戏里有他你所有的目光都放在他身上很难注意到其他的演员看到凤姐我也不怕不怕了

[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it]Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.[pause]Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

影片讲述了一个黑帮小头目在入狱前最后时间，一边调查自己被出卖的事情真相，一边与亲友道别的故事。

打动我的是影片披着暴力、糜乱外衣下的温情，这种温情有时表达方式很特别，甚至有点暴力，但却忍不住感动，尤其是最后十分钟关于如果还有第二十五个小时的想象—在一个陌生的小镇，重新开始新的生活，给孙子孙女们讲那些离奇的黑帮故事—瞬间飙泪。

爱德华诺顿的演技一如既往的精彩，狠毒、张狂、温柔自由切换，完美诠释了一个本性善良的黑帮人物性格的矛盾和形象的多面.

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

结尾，爱德华·诺顿看到公共汽车里的黑人孩子，孩子在车窗上写下他的名字“TOM”，从诺顿的角度看是“MOT”，然后诺顿写下了自己的名字“MONTY”，用“MONTY”减去“MOT”，看看你得到了哪两个字母？

导演是斯派克·李，所以这不太可能是巧合http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0307901/board/thread/96008336

其实导演编剧演员都挺优秀的，但这个组合真的很失败。

故事挺有意思的，单看简介或者听别人描述就能让人产生极大的兴趣，但这个叙事感觉没能很好的把这种兴趣延续下去，当然跟演员有很大关系！

首先，Edward Norton，with all due respect，这个角色不适合你，演的相当烂。

主人公应该是个会耍小聪明、擅长与人打交道、但意志力薄弱、经不住诱惑、混迹于社会底层的毒贩，对不起，一点没看出来。

首先Ed的荧幕形象一直偏正气，在这里更像个不知为啥有着底层口音的落魄贵族。。。。

我想说脸圆的人，除非满脸横肉，就很难演滑头的形象，总觉得让Ethan Hawk来演应该会好很多，同样英俊小白，就长相来看更能让人进入这个角色。

故事节奏让人觉得太缓慢了，不紧不慢的开场，很多铺垫完全没有作用，两个朋友的back story不知道有什么作用，尤其那个老师的意淫，那段关于percentage的谈话，跟主角的故事有什么关系呢？

就主人公而言，所有情节都在重复的描画加深人物的同一面，除了交代人物的背景外，没什么其他作用，通篇都是这个感觉，他那大篇独白的内心戏除了宣泄一种愤怒，读不到任何更多的内容，而且这样的主人公竟然是个愤青？！

我可以理解一个命途多舛沦落至以贩毒为生的小人物会有很多对社会的成见和固执的偏执，也可以理解他一定程度上的愤世嫉俗，与一群市井混混为伍但内心对这个群体并无归属感，冷漠的看待世事，但他一定不太可能有特别敏锐的对世事的洞察力和口才，一番长篇演讲让人觉得蛮突兀的。

而且这个人物不需要多正面，他是个有爱心有爱人有七情六欲的小人物，遭遇本身值得同情，不用硬是被Ed演成遭小人陷害大义牺牲的英雄既视感。

女主角，无力吐槽。。。。

主角和一群男人脑子都进水了吗？

这种姿色有什么可垂涎的，Latino里她的颜值和身材绝对不算高，（样貌上看觉得她似乎不是Latino，但这么重要的配角外形真的很重要，哪怕是个white trash的白人女人也更可信一点）还让主角被迷得神魂颠倒，为了满足她留住她才不断贩毒，这姑娘也不是单纯外貌的问题，她必须是有种神秘的魅力的女人，这个Latino角色设定就是需要一种南美女人天生的热辣、奔放、邪魅的气质，可演员的表演里我只看到僵硬，呆板，笑的令人尴尬，跟Ed的搭戏也糟糕，没有亲密感，没有可信度，情侣间的猜忌和敏感没有体现，只有两个生人在镜头面前被迫近距离相处表现出的尴尬。

这个配乐，让人频繁出戏，什么品味，有的噪音实在让人不想吐槽了。。。。。

感觉是Edward Norton被硬贴到了这个project上，出于他的明星价值也好，导演偏爱也好，不合适的主角电影一定不会好。

作品的整体观感就是，分裂，夹杂着导演私货的奇怪混搭，所有信息和情感都漂浮在表面，只有看到最后15分钟才能进入角色，情感和主题才慢慢显现。

总的来说就是部不可信难以产生代入感的电影，无法相信主人公是个毒贩，无法相信他的口音，无法相信他good with people，无法相信他迷恋他老婆，无法相信他老婆是他老婆，连他的恐惧我也无法相信。

一开始还没意识到，frank家窗外的空地就是911的废墟。

他说：再撞一次我也不搬家。

2道冲天的蓝色光柱，那样巨大的幽灵。

到底想纪念什么呢？

有一天--也许人生彻底失控了--会油然而生荒诞的感觉。

一瞬间灵魂出窍，看自己的身体孤独机械的在世界上走走停停，就像看一部闷死人的电影。

没剧情也就罢了，连背景音乐都没有。

想起当年同桌的女生，如今居然去了华尔街，彻底两个世界。

她当年数学还不如我吧。

第一个陪我看电影的女生呢--虽然只是出于好心，帮我实现个夙愿...我的镜子上很干净，没有白色的单词。

自己也歇了吧。

午夜，奔四的开始一开始是很长很长的序幕，只有纽约的夜景在缓慢的变换，忍住，相信能这么开始的片没准有点东西，结果没让我失望。

奇怪学校的网站把它定义为惊险片，其实这个故事节奏很缓慢，缓慢得就像monty遛狗时经过的那条大河。

我想起我的那些中学哥们，想起一起长大的兄弟姐妹我更多的想到自己，在经历了很多人生的选择之后，turn left or turn right or go straight，发现自己依然象monty一样想fuck everyone，fuck myself。

不知道影片中谁不会有这样的感觉，貌似都会有。

结尾，我多希望那个温馨的暖色调的生活会是monty或者我所拥有的，可是的确，monty应该没机会重新来过。

还是那句老话，人生没有回头路，我们不能为打翻的牛奶而哭泣。

看远方，路依然很长，我们还有很多选择要做。

You know how they find people?They find them when they come home.People went away,but they usually come back,that's why they got caught.So you go,and never come back,never come home. Let's drive,keep driving, Head out to the middle of nowhere, take that road as far as it takes us. You've never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country Monty, it's beautiful out there, like a different world. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and white churches. I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Brooklyn to the Pacific in three days. Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it. Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die.Nothin' at all for miles around. Nothin' but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky.Not a soul in sight. No sirens. No car alarms. Nobody honkin' atcha. No madmen cursin' or pissin' in the streets. You find the silence out there, you find the peace. You can find God. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town. These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there? People wanted to get way from somewhere else.The desert's for startin' over.Find a bar and I'll buy us drinks.I haven't had a drink in two years, but I'll have one with you, one last whisky with my boy. Take our time with it, taste the barley, let it linger. And then I'll go. I'll tell you dont ever write me, dont ever visit, I'll tell you I believe in God's kingdom and I'll see you and your mother again, but not in this lifetime. You'll get a job somewhere, a job that pays cash, a boss who doesn't ask questions, and you make a new life and you never come back. Monty, people like you, it's a gift, you'll make friends wherever you go.You're going to work hard, you're going to keep your head down and your mouth shut. You're going to make yourself a new home out there. You're a New Yorker, that won't ever change. You got New York in your bones. Spend the rest of your life out west but you're still a New Yorker. You'll miss your friends, you'll miss your dog, but you're strong. You got your mother backbone in you, you're strong like she was. You find the right people, and you get yourself papers, a drivers license.You forget your old life, you can't come back, you can't call, you can't write. You never look back. You make a new life for yourself and you live it, you hear me? You live your live the way it should have been. But maybe, this is dangerous, but maybe after a few years you send word to Naturelle.You get yourself a new family and you raise them right, you hear me?Give them a good life Monty. Give them what they need. You have a son, maybe you name him James, it's a good strong name, and maybe one day years from now years after im dead and gone reunited with your dear ma, you gather your whole family around and tell them the truth, who you are, where you come from, you tell them the whole story. Then you ask them if they know how lucky there are to be there.It all came so close to never happening. This life came so close to never happening.

演技没得说，叙事手法高超取景也很到位，很多镜头都可以当海报两个小时压缩主角的入狱前最后24小时的故事，还有那时间之外平行于脑部世界的美好想象生活的一个小时，共计二十五小时！

女友的爱信任，与被怀疑，情窦初开的年纪让自己勇敢选了爱情，并坚持了下来！

金融精英男，用自己的科学理论怼别人，平头论足，风流撩拨，对于自己看重的友情，许下的也是一辈子的诺言，看着公寓外的废墟，即使有危险自己也不前走、骨子里他才是最倔强的崽老师，最后也跨出了那一步，越过了自己的底线，触碰准绳，一直都在坚守的原则，不改分数，在自己内心深处感情释放的时候也被冲击的溃散了……只希望学生对老师也是真爱这就能开心吃瓜了！

父亲，一个背负着愧疚与自责生活的老男人，靠着对儿子的父爱做自己当下觉得最正确的事，酒吧，警察，黑老大都不是个！

就是想给儿子做点什么来弥补！

伙伴，肥胖的俄国佬，一直在插科打诨的生活，说话被老师纠正过一次，和男主经历了很多，对其有很重的信任，但是没有交代什么原因，也是把这份信任糟践了！

应该没有烙个好结果……主人公和狗，一起说一下，都是这个杂乱世界，努力活下去过更好的角色，狗很幸运遇到了男主，男主的贵人不知道最后会不会出现，是谁都有可能，也可能就是他自己！

挣扎一下，总比直接投降要好看些，脸上的伤不能白弄了！

狗是一种人生的抽离用动物来间接展示了一把！

导演，服男主，服