Barbara Glover

Barbara Glover

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  • Height: 5' 7" (1.7 m)
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    • Alexys 2022-09-25 06:02:58

      counterculture culture

      Why see this movie? Because I saw the article explaining "postmodernism" and mentioned the novel "On the Road". The novel was said to be obscure, so I went to see the movie. I haven't read the original book, so what I write here is only for the movie, which may be different from the original...

    • Libbie 2022-09-25 18:39:15

      Retranslation of "On The Road"

      I don't know if there are still people. I read Yao Xianghui's version before and asked a friend to complain about the translator. She said that the godfather of the translation is also a mess.

      Last year, I passed the second-level translation exam...so this year I have the idea of...>

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    • Rahsaan 2022-05-01 06:01:02

      Sellers will definitely make the original party dissatisfied or even angry. The film abandoned the core of the original to a certain extent. Instead, Dean portrays a lost youth that burns like a candle in the night. The technical links are above the standard. The end of the film is on the streets of New York. Reunited in that scene, eyes were slightly wet. Garnett is the best performer among the young actors. He is sexy, wild and unruly, but at the same time confused and fragile, completely admiring.

    • Wilfrid 2022-05-01 06:01:02

      A lot of things are like this, too high expectations and too much disappointment. In the face of the "Beat Generation", the film interprets the word "Beat", but ignores too many internal things. That life is what you and I are obsessed with-"uninhibited, crazy, free, romantic", but the movie didn't make me feel it at all. Besides sex, marijuana, music, what else? The reality that was pulled back in the end will not shock me, it's just a trace of pity. Stuart is going to die!

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    On the Road quotes

    • Dean Moriarty: Hey Sal... I love you as ever.

    • Sal Paradise: The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.