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Dolores 2022-01-26 08:16:48
life is so close that it never happened... same post card: you cannot stop new york...
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Daniella 2022-01-26 08:16:48
Norton is too...
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Nat 2022-01-26 08:16:48
The handsome drug dealer loves to save the dog and accepts the law, the reserved teacher bravely kisses the students, the arrogant Wall Street trader, but the original love and righteousness... a crisis, triple redemption, or justification. There are no bad guys in the film, all of them have weaknesses in character but also show their charm. The intention of harmonious society is obvious, but the perspective of the story is very good. When he was finally about to be put in prison, Monty let...
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Casey 2022-01-26 08:16:48
1. Successfully shaped the character of the character: the fear of the jail and the conflicting beauty of the drug lord who called the wind and the rain before he went to prison. 2. The lines of Fuck are bright, very Spike Lee's style, especially the sentence "they take five steps on" Every lay-up to the hoop" is completely written for LeBron James, the five-step layup...
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Calista 2022-01-26 08:16:48
135 minutes is too long. . . The ending was pretty good.
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Rowland 2022-01-26 08:16:48
Am I making up a lesson, sweat, but this movie has a weird beauty. The Fuck classic is home, and I almost burst into tears in the last 10...
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Cayla 2022-01-26 08:16:48
Actually, I didn't understand it very much. . . . ....
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Leone 2022-01-26 08:16:48
The character of Monti is a bit flattered, mainly the contrast between the front and the back. But for the hatred and love of New York, it's quite...
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Braeden 2022-01-26 08:16:48
A magical movie. The biggest magic is that it always gives you a strong feeling that magical things will happen in the next second, but the magic has never...
25th Hour Comments
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Raina 2022-03-16 09:01:04
great love
God-like works: as if Du Fu's poems and trivialities can be masterful; every transition in the editing is very advanced, eloquent, without a trace of prevarication unnatural; Norton in the bar asked the teacher to say goodbye to say goodbye, plug Mo. Hoffman's speech is hesitant to say, and the...
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Brittany 2022-04-20 09:01:38
that extra hour
As much as you gain in life, you will lose as much, and with it will be the so-called pendulum theory of German philosopher Schopenhauer, as long as you don't die, you will swing back and forth between happiness and pain all your life, it sounds like It's really sad, but will we ever have an...
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Frank Slaughtery: You know, you're wearing a striped shirt with a striped tie, you know that, right?
Phelan: Yeah, I do it for the ladies.
Frank Slaughtery: Oh - the ladies ever tell you that you look like a fucking optical illusion?
Phelan: Yeah?
Frank Slaughtery: Go away, disappear... come on.
Phelan: I'm outta here.
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[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with "FUCK YOU!" written on it]
Monty Brogan: Yeah, fuck you, too. Fuck *me*? Fuck *you*, Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car - get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for "The Sopranos." Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermès scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck J.C.! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J.! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
[pause]
Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you *dumb* *fuck*!
