Forgive me for using so many "most". It is said that to write a good article or good copywriting, adjectives and adverbs can be saved if they can be saved. They are gorgeous and empty, not infectious at all, and can only cause procrastination in the writing. However, for such a movie, apart from this superimposed praise like 1+1+1+1+1, I really don't know how to be good.
It's just for two hours, listening to those good and deadly music, in my mind actually circling the song "when I was young, I'd listen to the radio, waiting for my "favorite song", um, when I was very young, I really had an old radio at home. Every time I watched my dad fiddle a few times, there would be a sound from the box. It should be the weather forecast that I heard the most. , but I didn't quite understand it when I was young. The whereabouts of that old antique that was once regarded as a treasure is unknown, but that was my first intimate contact with the radio station.
When I was in middle school, the school let every classmate buy a radio so that they could receive the school's radio, which was convenient for learning English. I remember one night of self-study, I was happily tuned to the music station, and then I was very happy and loudly said to my tablemate with earplugs, "It sounds good", the fat head teacher gave me a dark face. This is just a little nightmare-like memory, but I still love radio.
When he was in college, there was a well-known radio DJ Lao Mang in Kunming. He was very handsome. He listened to his music programs every noon and night. He liked his pure English pronunciation without any local flavor. Gentle, often fall asleep listening to his voice and singing. He has come to our school, and almost everyone is empty. In order to see him more clearly, everyone stood on the table in the auditorium with high emotions, and their bodies swayed rhythmically with his instigation. Now that I think about it, such a scene can be described as spectacular, right?
These damn dormant memories are all awakened after watching the pirate radio. I couldn't help but think that every time I was in the car, I would be so happy if I heard a familiar song coming from the radio waves. It seems that there is a small tacit understanding that just wanders freely in the air. It belongs to the small tacit understanding between me and those unknown radio DJs. Those people in the movie who are in the supermarket, in the bedroom, on the toilet, in the bed, in the office, waiting for the pirate radio to start playing all the time, they are crazy for the DJ's inflammatory language, for the songs that are too good to listen to. Crazy, I have mixed feelings, the whole of Great Britain is like a grand musical utopia, filled with freedom, ideals and the revolutionary aroma of rock and roll, how fascinating.
The politician with the hurry of the radio and television has come up with all kinds of stupid tricks to destroy this lascivious station. Why did Mao say this radio station is lewd? Just because they say fuck? Do they use a variety of strong sexual metaphors as opening lines? Or do they do all they can to tease the men and women standing in front of the radio over the airwaves? If one fails, another one is born. Such inferior work and determination can be regarded as a leader in the industry. Finally, a brand-new law was introduced to deprive those men of their right to speak out in the name of the law.
The disappointed, lonely, sad faces in front of the radio are heartbreaking.
Of course, how could our DJs surrender to politicians so easily. I also hope that the same industry in our country can be so brave and good at fighting. Oh, is this requirement unreasonable? The bearded DJ came out first, saying that he was a Yankee and could not obey the laws of the damn Brit, and he could continue broadcasting. As a result, one by one DJs resumed their original positions, and the lovely people in front of the radio experienced a drastic emotional change from great sadness to great joy. Needless to say, happiness must be like a storm and cannot be resisted.
The ship is flooded. All were so peacefully waiting for death to come. My heart is down to the bottom, is it just like this sinking music Titanic? The bearded DJ and the suave and charismatic handsome DJ stick to their posts, the faces in front of the radio are crying in despair, ah, it's heartbreaking.
Politicians are naturally shameless to refuse the request to save people, he is asking for nothing.
The great crowd of fans launched a great act of salvation. All are happy. Not one less. Oh, I thought I would see a tragic and poignant ending when it was destroyed. It’s good to have a big reunion. The world is already full of holes and scars. I should be thankful for one more round of consummation.
The picture of the movie is very beautiful and real, the music is extraordinary and pleasant, and the handling of the plot reflects British humor everywhere. He borrowed his condom, slept with his favorite girl, and finally rescued the fat DJ, such as the warm black brother who was missing a tooth and the uncle in glasses, all the scenes of beguiling and comforting him with food How touching and warm, little carl's act of desperately trying to save his biological father DJ, the mind and love of an 18-year-old boy really make selfish people feel ashamed.
There was simply a flamboyant urge to buy an old-fashioned and clumsy radio, and at every idle moment, concentrate on tuning the frequency, until I heard my own heart-pounding voice on the radio.
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