Extended Reading
  • Elsie 2021-12-10 08:01:25

    Have you seen the color of death?

    The guitar is a simple musical instrument, but in Neil Yang's hand it becomes a gun, a gun with blue smoke. When I found the soundtrack of "DEAD MEN" from the messy bayonet stall of the fish market many years ago, I didn’t know who Jamush was. At that time, it was only from the old Neil’s old...

  • Peter 2022-04-19 09:01:56

    Dead Man

    A word

    of smoke may represent a certain general desire of people in that anomie society.

    Do you have a smoke? This question may be that people are unconsciously seeking relief or spiritual comfort from their peers.
    Women may be seeking a more perfect love. , a more refined life, the long-winded...

  • Noah 2022-04-24 07:01:07

    The one I didn’t like very much, I liked “The Limits of Control” quite a bit. I was about to fall asleep in the middle of this one, and the second half was good. In addition, I learned about William Blake, an American poet...

  • Kolby 2021-12-10 08:01:25

    In fact, I feel so stubborn about the soundtrack, I don’t think it’s just that kind of instrument. What’s so good about it, I’m tired of listening to it after a while... The two lightning bolts on Depp’s face are very handsome~

Dead Man quotes

  • William Blake: I came here to talk about my job.

    John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.

  • Nobody: [seeing William touching his chest wound] Leave that alone stupid white man.

    William Blake: [as Nobody grints and attends to his wound] Am I going to die?

    Nobody: The circle of life has no ending.

    [Hr grunts as he attends him]

    William Blake: Why are you helping me?

    Nobody: A bird told me.

    William Blake: A bird told you?

    Nobody: A small magical bird with bright blue feathers

    [He pauses]

    Nobody: I was following him in your forest, hoping to acquire one of his indigo feathers... and then I lost him... and then I found him again. He was perched on your chest tasting your blood. He looked at me. Then he flew directly west in a straight line - his small beak red with your blood.