近期真是不知道有啥好看的pp,
爱情片太sb,拍来拍去就那个调调,
恐怖片么不恐怖.看着看着就犯困.
惊险片么太平庸,完全不知惊在哪里险在何处.
科幻片么除了个变形金刚,让人爽了下电脑特技的炫目.别的也实在是伐陈可善.
最后...最后....
居然还是重投昆厅塔伦帝诺的恶心片怀抱...哈哈哈哈.我丫越来越BT了 一直觉得,昆丁是个极度变态的导演，也只有如何变态的导演才能拍出这么多如此BT的却有让人耳目一新的电影。第一次接触昆丁的电影是那部传说中很血腥，很暴力，很黑色幽默却得了戛纳金棕榈大奖得《低俗小说》。这片子可能很多人会看不懂，也可能会有不少人说很垃圾，但是认认真真的看完，你会不禁的迷上这个导演那天马行空般的想像以及充满哲理的创造力。从结构上来看，昆汀采用视点间离的手法将全片叙事处理成一种首尾呼应的“圆形结构”。在这种新奇的整体结构下，《低俗小说》里面的每个故事虽然独立,但却讲得条理清楚。从类型上看，暴力始终是昆汀作品不可动摇的主题，影片中频繁的暴力场面正呼应了它的“圆形结构”，明确指出暴力事件的发生是循环而永无停止的。这片子告诉我们：在生活中，包括战争、拳击等形式在内的暴力已经无所不在，在它面前生死、对错丝毫没有公正可言。而在暴力的掩盖下，昆汀实际上探讨了一个更为深刻的问题——偶发事件对人命运的改变。象《低俗小说》的剧本上所说的，这三个故事实际上是一个故事，蜜娅的吸毒过量、布奇和马沙的巧遇、朱尔斯经历的“神迹”以及餐馆里的抢劫等等都是生活中的偶发事件，而正是这些看似偶然的事情改变了人物的命运。 机智幽默的对话和出神入化的表演也都是《低俗小说》取得巨大成功的必要条件。同时，这也是昆丁电影对话的独特风格，不但符合人物的身份、性格，而且都蕴藏着底层文化及朴素的哲理。在《低俗小说》中，出色的表演使得人物栩栩如生，给人以真实深刻的印象。比如由塞缪尔杰克逊老黑扮演的朱尔斯就堪称电影史上的经典人物，昆汀的指导加上塞缪尔的演技在影片中树立这个难度颇大的人物。更值得一提的是，正是由于在《低俗小说》中的精湛表演，约翰·屈伏塔和布鲁斯·威利斯这两位“过气”的明星才重新大放异彩，再次成为好莱坞的一线影星（据说是）。 《低俗小说》的另一个特别之处，在于它对七十年代文化的复古和对底层文化的描述。类似于黑色帮派影片的风格，乡村、疯克的电影音乐，朱尔斯蓬松爆炸的卷发以及蜜娅的紧身衬衫和喇叭裤都散发着七十年代的味道。而有关快餐、妆饰、毒品等内容的谈话，片中无处不在的俚语和脏话，都让观众更加了解了美国底层的不同侧面。 可以说，这部片子是顶极推荐一看的昆丁极品电影。内容介绍不多扯了，Google上多很。 低俗小说 海报 低俗小说 海报 在看过《低俗小说》后的很长一段时间内，再没有接触到昆丁的电影，又是很偶然的，在淘碟的时候，看到一部叫做《Kisll Bill》片子，居然是昆丁搞的。想也不想就买回家鉴赏了一下，比较失望的是，这部片子没有低俗小说那样完美的剧情结构和令人反思的黑色幽默，过多乌玛舒曼血腥的动作打斗场面最终让我放弃了鉴赏的念头。快进看完，完全不知所以，失败。最终的印象停留在乌玛舒曼被暴贬后的惨样，我丫也真BT。。。怎么就记住这个了。 Kill Bill 剧照 在BT上瞎逛的时候看到了《四个房间》，绝对普通的名字居然吸引了我，猥琐的说，当时的想法是，难道在四个房间内正上映着群p活动么。。。点开介绍一看。。。昆丁这个无比变态的导演居然又折腾了出这么一部不知道应该如何评论的片子。四个独立的短片，若干令你想像不到的大牌，依然黑色变态的对话，还有昆丁式的俚语和脏话依然充斥整剧。虽然没有《低俗小说》的那种高度，不过还是值得看一看地。至少看看那些完全和荧幕上不同形象的大牌表演变态剧也是种娱乐。 四个房间 海报 四个房间 海报 四个房间 海报 某些“经典”对话，摘自Google，huge cock。。。。God。。 Margaret: You got fucked by an oven full of witches?
Ted the Bellhop: Problem? I haven't got a problem. I've got fucking problems. Plural.
[How his first day is going]
Ted the Bellhop: Well, most recently, there's room 309, there's this scary Mexican gangster dude poking his finger in my chest. There's his hooligan kids snapping their fingers at me. There's a putrid, rotting corpse of a dead whore stuck in the springs of the bed. There's rooms blazing afire. There's a big fat needle from God knows where, stuck in my leg, infecting me with God knows what. And finally there's me, walking out the door, right fucking now. Buenas noches.
Ted the Bellhop: I'm in a situation I can't begin to explain
Angela: Unfortunately, you don't have the balls to back up the actions of your huge cock.
Eva: Goddess Diana, fail you I will. / I was to bring you fresh sperm from my Bill. / I had him erect and his semen would follow. / Alas, I was hot. So hot that I swallowed.
Angela: How can I stop talking about something that's so HUGE?
Angela: I could go on and on about his cock, his bone, his knob, his bishop, wang, thang, rod, hot rod, hump mobile, oscar, dong, dagger, banana, cucumber, salami, sausage, kielbassa, schlong, dink, tool, big ben, Mr. Happy, Peter Pecker, pee-pee, wee-wee, wiener, pisser, pistol, piston joint, hose, horn, middle leg, third leg, meat, stick, joystick, dipstick, one-eyed wonder, junior, little head, little guy, rumple foreskin, tootsie roll, love muscle, skin flute, roto-rooter, snake, hammer, rammer, spammer, bazooka, rubber, chubby, sticky, stubby, schmeck, schmuck, schvantze, ying-yang, yang...
Norman: I'm gonna tell ya what the fuck I'm talking about! I drive a motherfucking Hyundai that my sister sold me, ya hear what I'm saying? A little white motherfucking Hyundai Civic!
Sarah: There's a dead body in my bed and it smells like shit and it looks even worse. And if you don't get your ass up here now, my Daddy's gonna lay you down next to her. I swear to fucking God!
[Room 309 is buzzing, Ted answers]
Sarah: Ted!
Ted the Bellhop: What do you want now, for Christ sakes? Who died?
Sarah: I don't know, but she's in my bed.
Ted the Bellhop: What?
Sarah: There's a dead body in my bed.
2e Ted the Bellhop fd5 : Nonsense! That's just your brother sound asleep.
Sarah: No! There's a woman's dead body *inside* the bed in the mattress.
Ted the Bellhop: You saw the body?
Sarah: Yes!
Ted the Bellhop: Impossible! You've got the ointment on your eyes. You can't see shit! Now go to sleep!
[hangs up, but the room is still buzzing, answers again]
Ted the Bellhop: Go to sleep!
Sarah: I washed it off.
Ted the Bellhop: The mentholatum?
Sarah: Yeah. Didn't you ever think to do that? Get your ass up here and call the police, because there's a dead body in my bed, and it smells like shit, and it looks even worse. And if you don't help us, my dad is going to lay you down right next to her, I swear to fucking God!
[hangs up, dial tone]
Ted the Bellhop: I am coming up there right this minute! And if there isn't a dead body in that room by the time I get up there, I'm going to make one! You ...
[hangs up]
Ted the Bellhop: Little bitch.
Man: All right. You want five hundred bucks?
Ted the Bellhop: Sure.
Man: [thinks for a bit] How about three?
Ted the Bellhop: Three hundred dollars?
Man: Yeah.
Ted the Bellhop: Three's fine.
Man: Good. My children are staying here tonight watching TV. I want you to check up on them every thirty minutes.
Ted the Bellhop: Check up on them?
Man: Yeah, make sure they're all right. Make sure they're fed. Make sure they go to bed. You know, these things.
Ted the Bellhop: Sir, I can send out for a baby-sitting service.
Man: No. I don't trust baby-sitters. My children are safer alone than with some fucked-up pedophile baby-sitter I don't know from the man in the fucking moon.
Wife: What about him? What makes you think you can trust him?
Man: [grabs Ted's face] Tell me that's not a face you can trust.
Ted the Bellhop: I'd love to help you with your problem, sir, but unfortunately I'm here alone tonight.
Man: Hmm.
[lets go of Ted's face and pulls out some money]
Man: One hundred, two hundred, three hundred. Here you are.
Ted the Bellhop: I thought you said five hundred.
Man: No, I said three hundred.
Ted the Bellhop: No, sir. I distinctly heard you say five hundred.
Man: Are you calling me a liar?
Ted the Bellhop: No, sir. What I'm saying is that you accidentally forgot that the first thing you said ...
Man: But what I last said was three hundred, and what you say last is what counts.
Ted the Bellhop: 49 Well, then, if you say five hundred one last time, we have a deal.
fd6 Man: You fucking with me, pendejo?
Ted the Bellhop: No, sir, but I'm by myself, and looking after your kids is a pain in the ass I don't need.
Man: [whispering] Are you calling my kids a pain in the ass?
Ted the Bellhop: Why, no, sir, not the kids. It's the situation that is a pain in the ass.
Man: No, you were right the first time. They're a pain in the ass. All right. You win, tough guy. Five hundred.
Athena: [giving Ted a list of things they need] We need sea salt, a little bit of sea salt. Or kosher salt, if you have no sea salt. A bottle of spring water - French, not that Italian shit.
Kiva: Um, yes, and could I have some French fries?
Elspeth: Shut up, Kiva.
Athena: Some ginger and some raw meat. Liver, if you have it.
Kiva: I want fries, you stupid jerks with your dumb fucking ritual.
Athena: [kicks her] Shut up, you little shit!
Elspeth: Hey, don't talk to her that way.
[Leo is timing Chester for the 60 seconds he has to explain to Ted about the whole situation]
Leo: Begin.
Chester: Okay, Ted, pay attention here. I'm going to make two piles on the bar. One pile which is yours. And another pile which *could* be yours. And what you have to realize is we're gonna do this thing one way... or the other. Whether it's *you* who holds the axe or a Mexican maid or some bum we yank off the street.
Norman: [about the money on the bar] You could buy a whole lot of soup with that pile.
Chester: Shh! I'm the closer here. All right, I'm a little me - um, I've lost count. How much is on the bar here?
Group: Six hundred.
Chester: Okay, Ted, do you know how long it takes the average American to count to 600?
Ted the Bellhop: [Thinks for a bit]
Angela: It's a rhetorical question, Ted.
Ted the Bellhop: No, sir.
Chester: About one minute less than it takes to count to 700. Now Ted, a person's life is filled with a zillion little experiences. Some which are insignificant, have no meaning, and, you know, you forget them. Others which you remember for the rest of your natural life. Now, since what we're proposing here is so unusual, so outside the norm, this is a good bet that is going to be one of those incidents that sticks. So, since you're gonna be stuck remembering this for the rest of your life, you have to decide what that memory will be. So, Ted, are you going to remember for the next 40 years, give or take a decade, that you *refused* a $1000 for one second's worth of work? Or that you *made* $1000 for one second's worth of work?
Leo: Time!
Chester: So, Ted, what's it gonna be?
Ted the Bellhop: Okay.
Angela: Everybody starts out as strangers, Ted. It's where we end up that counts.
26 Chester fb7 : Like my old grand daddy used to say, "The less a man makes declarative statements, the less apt he is to look foolish in retrospect."
Ted the Bellhop: Police! It's an emergency! Police get someone over here right fucking now. There is a dead fuckin' whore!
Chester: This is Cristal! Everything else is just piss!
Chester: Ted, what do you think of that tasty beverage?
Ted the Bellhop: It's quite good sir.
Chester: No, no, no! It's *Fucking* good. Now let's do that again. Ted, what do you think of that tasty beverage?
Ted the Bellhop: It's *Fucking* good sir!
[Leo is on the phone with his wife]
Leo: Yes, it's my job. Yes, it's my fucking job, you know that. He wanted to stay out late. I can't fucking - I went to the Monkey Bar, all right? Don't yell at me - I'm not yelling. I'm not yelling. You're the one that's fucking yelling! Fuck! Don't hang up on me! Ellen, please don't hang up on me. Please don't hang up on me. Goddamn it, I swear to fucking God, if you hang up on me, that fuckin' call better be genuine, 'cause I'm gonna get a fuckin' divorce!
Norman: Yo, Leo?
Leo: [shouts] Fuck!
Chester: Another fucking "Honeymooners" going on in there.
[Leo tosses throws down his cellphone and begins throwing things around in a violent tantrum]
Leo: Fuckin' shit, man! Man, what the fuck is wrong with this fuckin' bitch, man? I'm gonna take the fuckin' car, I'm gonna drive up to fuckin' Mulholland, I am gonna fuckin' drag her fuckin' ass and throw it down Benedict fuckin' Canyon, man!
Norman: You still married, man?
Leo: Yeah. I don't fuckin' know any more, I swear to Christ, Norman. I fuckin' swear to God. What the fuck is wrong? I treat this fuckin' bitch like a queen, you know that, man!
Chester: I know that.
Leo: So I had a little fuckin' too much to drink. It's fuckin' New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve. I can't fuckin' drive home. Okay, Ellen, I'm sorry, I'm fuckin' sorry about that. What am I gonna do? Get in a fuckin' car and go run over six or seven fuckin' kids? That'd be really fuckin' nice! Man, what the fuck is the matter with this bitch? FUCK!
[Leo suddenly notices all of the items sitting at the bar]
Leo: What the fuck is all this?
Ted the Bellhop: Block of wood, bucket of ice and a hatchet, sir.
Leo: Get the fuck outta here. Chester, talk to me. Norman?
Chester: We now return you to "The Man From Rio" already in progress.
Leo: Oh, my fucking dick is hard already. Tell me, Norman, you're gonna do this shit.
Norman: [laughs] I am gonna do it.
Leo: Oh, you are my fucking hero.
Chester: Let me explain what we're talking about here.
Ted the Bellhop: 98 No, sir, you don't have to explain anything to me. Whatever constitutes a good time as far as you guys are concerned, well, that's your business.
d28 Chester: Well, no, it's your business, too, Ted, because we want you to take part.
Ted the Bellhop: Take part in what, sir?
Leo: Chester, your way of breaking the news to him gently is scaring the fuck outta him.
Chester: You think so?
Angela: Just spit it out.
Chester: Okay, you might be right. Okay, here we go, here we go, okay. Thing is, Ted, first off, there's nothing homosexual about what we want you to do. I mean, I was thinking you might be thinking we want you to do some like, weird sex thing, like suck us off, pee on us, shit like that, you know. Nothing! Nothing could be further from the truth!
Ted the Bellhop: Later, in another room, some crazy fucking maniac sticks a gun in my face and forces me to play out some psychosexual drama with his wife.
Margaret: He made you have psycho sex with his wife?
Ted the Bellhop: No, he didn't make me fuck his wife, he thought I'd fucked his wife! He held me at gunpoint with a loaded gun!
Margaret: What kinda gun was it?
Ted the Bellhop: I don't know, I'm not a gun guy. It was big.
Margaret: Was it like Dirty Harry's gun?
Ted the Bellhop: Yeah, sorta like that. Yeah.
Margaret: Did it have a real long barrel or a short barrel?
Ted the Bellhop: What difference does it make?
Margaret: Well, for one thing it's the difference between a .44 Magnum and a Magnum .357.
Ted the Bellhop: Who the fuck cares whether it was a .44 or a .392? It was a big fucking gun, it was loaded, and it was pointed right at my fucking head.
[after seeing that the room is on fire; Ted has a needle in his hand while holding the leg of a dead woman; Sara has a bottle of champagne in her hand, and Juancho is smoking]
Man: Did they misbehave?
Ted the Bellhop: I'm coming up and if there isn't a dead body by the time I get there, I'll make one myself. You!
Kiva: You're not my mother.
Elspeth: Yes I am.
Kiva: Then why are we sleeping together? 令人期待的《刑房》！ 《刑房》这部片长185分钟的电影其实由三个部分组成：两部片长均为60分钟的正片《恐怖星球》、《死亡证据》，以及几段仿冒的电影预告片和几段类似电影胶片丢失造成的空白档时间，要说剧情的话那仅有两个正片才有了。 第一部《恐怖星球》是昆丁的死党罗伯特罗德里格兹执导的恶心片，这个导演其实也不含糊的，看过《Sin City》的应该对他非常熟悉了。这部恶心的《恐怖星球》讲述在德克萨斯州，某军事基地泄漏生化病毒，不停有感染病毒的居民求诊，其实这些居民数小时后便会变成食人丧尸。然后有一群非常恶搞的人聚在了一起，歼灭了丧尸的故事。很老套吧？看剧情的时候真这么觉得，难道还能比生化危机拍的更好么？看后，个人认为，这部融合了极度恶心，极度恶搞，极度扯蛋的片子的确是要比生化危机好看。见过在大腿上装了只M4当假肢的舞女横扫丧尸的镜头么，这里有。见过昆丁的小DD。。。太恶心了，省略省略。。。哈哈，绝对娱乐好片。恐怖星球 海报 恐怖星球 海报 恐怖星球 海报 恐怖星球 剧照 刑房的第二部《死亡证据》则是昆丁执导。故事集中在一个叫迈克的特技演员上。迈克是一个经常面临死亡威胁的特技演员，然而他很享受这样的人生，并且在工作之余自己还出门感受死亡的威胁，不仅如此，他还喜欢让美丽的女生见识一下什么是死亡证据。一天，他照样开着那架印有骷髅头造型的蓝色汽车上路猎艳，途中他遇见了几个自驾车游玩的性感女人：化妆师阿伯娜西、电台DJ朱莉娅、金发美女仙娜……这群美女性格各异，然而在迈克眼中她们全是猎物。迈克凭借豪迈的外表以及同样潇洒的靓车很快与这群女人勾搭上，这些女子一个个上了迈克的车，迈克带着她们寻找死亡证据——让自己的车做自毁式撞击，吓得各个女人惊声尖叫。坚强点的阿伯娜西带着几个还没死的同伴试图逃离迈克，然而此时的迈克紧追不舍，公路杀人狂的本性显露无遗。和一般冷血杀人犯使用凶器的传统凶杀案不同，影片中所有屠杀场面都是以汽车近乎疯狂地碰撞、辗压来完成的。在血浆浓度上，疯狂杀戮伴着一路的血浆四射，经特殊处理的黄暗色调加老旧的风格，更为其血腥画面营造出肮脏、冷酷、残破的效果。 罗伯特在 Sin City 运用出色的特技将暴力美学推到另一个层面，这次再次运用特技将丧尸片的残忍、暴力、恶心程度推到新高峰，但整体故事及震撼性都比昆丁的死亡证据略胜一筹，尤其罗伯特的黑色幽默洽到好处地渗透在故事中。 两套电影都加上底片老化、颜色失真的效果、甚至关键故事位失去底片，来营造出70及80年代的电影感觉。看似无关的两段故事，其中的角色却都出现在另一故事中，不得不说又是一种恶搞的效果。 死亡证据 海报 死亡证据 海报 死亡证据 海报 国庆长假，无聊的人儿们，看昆丁吧。哈哈哈哈