Guns for show, knives for pro.

Frida 2021-10-13 13:06:20

1.

If Gerich doesn't have to put so many characters into a film, then the so-called second aftertaste is not something to be seen.

2.

Color.

Like the poster, there are two words from beginning to end, yellow, red, green or blue basically not appearing. The picture looks grainy, but the rougher it is, the more beautiful it is. It is suitable for this. How can I say so much fuck u in a picture that is too fine.

I really haven't seen such a photography style in subsequent films.

3.

Characters.

In various Teamwork, I still like the four protagonists. The teamwork is relatively smooth, the project plan is relatively comprehensive, the task cost is relatively economical, and the work progress is particularly slow-every time you arrive at the work site, the other operation teams are all dead. Most importantly, they are lucky enough to be innocent, and they have the courage to squander all their luck, so they still have a life in the end. Life is a dog biting a dog, fighting for someone who has more teeth.

Ed has a beautiful face, Bacon has a sexy voice, Soap has a mysterious and unknown past, and Tom, he is an economist, and only the four words economist are charming enough. Although disturbing the base is not the point, it's just that Bacon clearly states that S and T are responsible for flirting, so what are he and E responsible for? ——I can only think of the YY story in Suiyuan.

4.

The small life of the marijuana squad flies like a fairy.

The most romantic thing I can think of is to iron the crumpled banknotes one by one with an iron, and put a stack of one hundred each and tie them together with rubber bands, and then hide them in a shoe box. After eating in the restaurant, take off your shoes, pull out the banknotes from the insoles and say: No change is needed.

5.

There is a line, Ed and Tom went to the hatchet boss to see the gorgeous and spectacular death scene, the beautiful boy Ed said: Oh no! Not again!

This line also appeared in "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", it is a line of morning glory. As for why a pot of free-falling herbaceous plant has such a sigh, it has to be traced back to its previous life-a sperm whale that fell innocently to death on an alien planet-and the non-probabilistic driving engine mechanism.

It's actually not impossible to die and die.

6.

Has anyone tried the golden idea of ​​Tom’s ass club? Do you have! Do you have!

*7. The

previous part was written three years ago. I watched it for the third time last night, and found that the slot I wanted to vomit had already been preempted by myself. This mood... I really want to shout to myself three years ago: Come on, hero~ play with me!

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Extended Reading
  • Ottilie 2021-10-20 18:58:44

    From then on I fell in love with the British fan. I really like this movie Bird.

  • Vinnie 2022-03-22 09:01:03

    Classic production, just like Dongxiexidu, the lines are the highlight

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels quotes

  • Barfly Jack: He then proceeds to order an Aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the Nuclear sub.

  • Tom: Rory Breaker?

    Barfly Jack: Rory? Yeah I know Rory. He's not to be underestimated. He's a funny looking fucker, I know. But you've got to look past the hair and the cute, cuddly thing - it's all a deceptive facade. A few nights ago Rory's Roger iron's rusted. He's gone down the battle-cruiser to watch the end of a football game. Nobody is watching the custard so he turns the channel over. A fat geezer's north opens. He wanders up and turns the liza over. 'Now fuck off and watch it somewhere else.' Rory knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game. So, calm as a coma, picks up a fire extinguisher, walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action and he plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer. 'That's fucking it,' says the geezer. 'That's fucking what?' says Rory. And he gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty. He flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the geezer's lit up like a leaking gas pipe. Rory, unfazed, turned back to his game. His team's won too. Four-nil.