A Perfect Murder movie plot
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Nella 2022-04-24 07:01:14
This is the toughest wife I've ever seen. The most important thing is that the wife finds out that her husband wants to kill her. Instead of choosing to call the police, she kills her husband. Too savage, I don't want such a wife.
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Eliezer 2022-04-24 07:01:14
The remake of "Telephone Murder", but there are many changes. The third party became a painting lady killer. The husband directly coerced the third party to kill his wife, but the other party outsourced the work. Facing the threat of a third party... This change made the husband who was the main point of view even more aggrieved, and Gwyneth was almost killed twice without getting much sympathy points. In fact, the phone call in the original script is no longer necessary today. Going out to play cards is an alibi. You make a phone call that can easily be traced back. And the script is too calm. The threat letter sent by Douglas, as well as the motive for killing his wife, were not revealed until the second half, which made the viewers of the previous plot confused and anxious, and the flaw itself There is no need to put it in the back to round it. Douglas was very imposing as soon as he appeared on the stage. When he saw the second face, he smashed the results of the investigation into the face of a third party. How could someone with such resources and skills plan such a poor plan and deal with the aftermath in such a panic? Can't figure it out. Poirot was cast for the role of the police detective, which is a bit of a bad taste
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Mohamed Karaman: [after showing up unannounced to his desk at the police precinct] I know what you're worth Mrs. Taylor and that kind of money is always a motive, I took your case a part a thousand times, then I put it back together again, there was always one piece left out on the table like a screw that didn't quite fit, the dead man had a wallet, cash and change, driver's license even a membership card to a video store but not a single key, not one, not even to his apartment.
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Steven: [in David's loft, sitting on his bed] Fucking my wife.
David Shaw: [sitting in a stool] I don't know...
Steven: I think it's about time you called me Steven.
David Shaw: We're in love, sir.
Steven: That's it? You steal the crown jewel of a man's soul, and your only excuse is some candy ass Hallmark card sentiment? Even if it were true, that's not good enough!
David Shaw: What weren't true?
Steven: She is in love with you, buddy. You're in business.
David Shaw: What the hell are saying?
Steven: I'm saying you did not meet my wife by chance, I'm saying is you didn't study at Berkley, I'm saying is you learned to paint by doing three to six at Soledad State Prison, for relieving a widow in San Francisco of her life savings, your second conviction, if I'm not mistaken your real name is Winton Lagrange, which I'd rather like, born to pure trailer trash in Barstow California, warded to the court at the age of 10, you went from pick pocket, to car thief to con man until you found out you had a way with the softer sex no doubt looking for that mother you can barely remember, life made up of completely depressing little scams, until now.
David Shaw: Where'd you get all that?
Steven: All that is for sale, Winston. Yhe hell of it is that you're not half bad with a brush.
David Shaw: Thank you. Call it rehabilitation.
Steven: Call it a con and my wife is the grand prize but you set your sights a little too high this time/
David Shaw: She loves me.
Steven: She loves "David Shaw", your invention. not that it matters because you made a fundamental miscalculation. Now you play it out, love conquers all, Emily divorces me, she marries you. Given your history, her advisors are going to insist on a prenup, so you might storm the castle but you're not getting the keys to the treasure room ever!
David Shaw: I don't care about that.
Steven: The petty swindler, doesn't care about a trust fund that can buy fucking Barstow? Why don't you cut the shit? You care or we would not be having this conversation, the only thing that's stopping you from bolting out right now is bad genes and greed.
David Shaw: Now what?
Steven: Choices, I can tell Emily exactly who you are, and life will imitate art you become a starving painter, game over.
David Shaw: Or?
Steven: Or you can cash out.
David Shaw: Cash out?
Steven: Half a million dollars, tax free.
David Shaw: Just for walking away from her?
Steven: I said "tax free", I didn't say "free."