Movies that are not loyal to the original are not all bad movies

Recently I fell in love with a person, his name is Hunter S. Thompson, he died many years ago, turned into fireworks, illuminating the night sky of Hollaiwu. I watched "Rum Diary" twice, the others? I'm sorry, baby, I don't seem to be able to buy it at all. Fortunately, there is a movie of the same name that can be comforted, the starring is still Thompson's good friend Johnny Depp. . . . . . But, uh. . . . . . I want to say, I wish I had never heard of this movie. It is indeed difficult to change an exposed novel into a movie. The screenwriter may always want to make good things that are not loyal to the original, but this movie, I am very sorry, if Thompson sees the end of the paragraph is ridiculous The text "this is the end of one story and the beginging of another......" will definitely jump out of the grave in a rage, ha, God, I hope he has a grave.
"When we are drunk, we are all champions", "Am I getting older and smarter, or just getting older", "Alcohol only makes time pass a bit faster, nothing else ". There is no "fear and hatred" in the movie, and kemp is designed as a fighter full of justice, without decadence and confusion.
The most hateful thing is that I lost my beloved character "Yemen". The 24-year-old tall blond man is aggressive and wild. He provoked several climaxes in the novel. The Yemeni girlfriend Chernot was given to the stinky Sanderson, creating another cliché. The Canary finally returned to the United States to marry the respected journalist Camp, and he was just an out-and-out poor. ghost. Naturally, the scene where the drunk Camp scolds Chenault as a throatfish looking for a host will not appear.
The movie still owes me a farewell. On the rainy night when Yemen broke into the catastrophe, Camp only wanted to send the fucking trouble away. The two sat in the drenched car and watched the last flight to the United States. Flying over his head, silently placing him in the deserted port in the early morning, facing the dark ocean alone, facing the unknown future. What a good story, how desperate, it's all gone. Without Yemen’s red broken motorcycle, and without Camp’s yellow Volkswagen, it was replaced by a side three-wheeler from the 1960s. In the second half of the movie, three silly forks run around every day.
Fortunately, the old Bob, who was destined to bury his bones in San Juan, is still driving the Fiat that is called a cockroach by the Puerto Rican kids. God, like the 500 that I wanted to buy, today he replied. The engraved version is actually worth 200,000 tens of thousands, which is obviously a car with the word "down and out" written on its face. That wretched and loyal Swedish alcoholic Moberg is also there. He is like that. I can smell the smell of this human-shaped pustule alcohol brain.
The most intolerable thing was actually the addition of cockfighting and psychics, and at the end, Camp drove the silly fork boat towards the sunrise. Sara said, "find your artade wind", and the disgusting subtitles appeared. . . . . . Kao, I hope I have never heard of this movie. Stop writing, sleep.
"If this continues, life will be useless in the future. All of us are like actors, deceiving ourselves in meaningless wanderings. On the one hand, we are embracing endless ideals, on the other hand, we feel hesitated about the future."

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