Then, there is an Edward O'Kelly, and Bob dies. Bob, who was shot, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, unable to think of anything to say. No one was going to bury him, he was a coward, he was always seen as such.
A wild robber and a foolish fan, "Death of the Sharpshooter".
It seems that you don't have to spend too much energy evaluating it, the middle is a little procrastinated, and the beginning and the end are well shot. This is vulgar.
Jesse
's lengthy comments and analysis easily tarnish the pure image of Jesse James. He is not a hero, but a robber in the west, with an unpredictable presence and a keen sense of smell. The air travels through the whole film, the sound of the piano is laid down, the eyes are rippling everywhere, and when he is fixed, something happens.
Robbers for money.
The head was wrapped in white cloth, revealing two small holes in the eyes, that is the ordinary bandit, stupid. Jesse covered half of his face with a black cloth and looked around. He came out of the gunpowder. I was already on the stage and asked who was fighting with me.
A small dam was built under the sand and stones, the train came, and the sand and stones slowly rolled down. The train arrives, shining brightly through the woods. Pick up an oil lamp and stop in front of the train, the tracks behind you have long been destroyed. The train stopped and the smoke was rising. Gunshots rang out, accompanied by screams. On the train, gently say "open the safe." Dare to disobey? dare not. Bleeding blood, he stood still. Why doesn't Jesse get shot in the head anymore? Always affectionate.
Friends can also be enemies.
Move, move forever. There is no safe place, no one to be trusted. The children do not know who the father is, and the children are happy.
Jim Cummins, to find. Everyone in the gang, the suspicious ones will be killed. Don't walk in front of me, there's a gun behind me. "I am worn out. Little deals like this just make me feel dirty." That also makes me sick, but where's the end? I cried bitterly on horseback, I cried, and everything was business as usual.
In the radiating illusion, I see the eyes of the other party, and they look at each other, tacitly. Turn around, that day will come. You die or I die, just play a game, rest when you are tired, listen to the children's songs, take off the gun from your waist, brush the dust from the photos, and wait for the gun to point to the back of my head. You continue the game, and I'll find An Ning. You have no peace, and there will be guns against you, your own, or someone else's. your brother or you.
Friendship is not credible, the child's song touched me, I was tired and wanted to rest.
My pictures were sold at high prices, my body was admired, my house was visited, my death stirred people's emotions, people sang for me, and I'm still alive.
Fan
thought "Do you wanna be like me , or do you wanna be me ?"
Quietly spy, imitate from time to time, collect from childhood, pay homage to each other, dispel admiration and revenge for ridicule. I've been ridiculed enough, I'm not a coward, I have my uses. At the age of 20, you have the best career and fame.
don't leave me? Well, I go back to the grocery store and life goes on.
Grab my carton, a carton full of childhood idols? Aggrieved, angry, helpless, crying. If you find out again, you will die. Don't push me.
The gun dangled in front of me, Dick's leg was wounded, Wood's hand was wounded. Wood still picked up the gun and pointed it at Dick's head. I shoot, naturally. forced? Wood died. Jesse knows. Come Jesse, I'm at a loss, I'm afraid.
I'll start first. forced? always forced.
The police came and Dick was caught. Next is Jesse.
My brother persuaded Jesse, Jesse made a sudden drop, and I joined the team. Inspector 10-day term, fame and remuneration.
Jesse's house, Jesse's knife around my neck, Jesse laughing, crazy. He saw through me already. Jesse gave me a pistol, very bright. Jesse asks my forgiveness, Jessie.
Jesse knew Dick was caught and Jesse laughed and looked at me, I was scared.
I shot and Jesse died.
Stage, heavy makeup, show off like a clown. More than 800 times, tirelessly, "And that's how I kill Jesse James." Waiting for applause, no applause, abuse. Step down, I'm not a coward, I explain with my fists.
The elder brother smokes, with a sneering corner of the eye, and a rocking chair who does nothing for himself. My brother has changed, his eyes swept over with contempt, and he always turns his head, afraid that I will kill him. I don't kill him, he's just a little guy, and I don't do any good.
My brother is sad and addicted to it, unable to extricate himself. My brother said, we are friends. I said, we don't kill him, he will kill us. Brother doesn't speak. Brother is too real.
My brother cried, my brother was afraid, but my brother finally picked up the gun. In the end I killed him. I was stunned and at a loss. My brother took me to telegram. I said, write my name quickly. I want to be famous all over the world and take revenge on those ridicules.
I didn't expect to get back such a result. "Get out of my place" all over the place? I don't care, I'm Robert Ford and I killed Jesse James.
Brother is still dead. His gun was pointed at his chest, the bed shook, and his brother was gone. I continue to live.
I regret killing Jesse, but life goes on.
"No one will read me eulogy, no grocery store will sell pictures of my body, no one will flock to the street on a rainy day to see my funeral procession, no one will write a biography of me, no one will tell my children about me name, no one will pay twenty-five cents to see the house I grew up in." My blood was dry, and life went on.
It's Jesse's song, Bob's blood into a movie.
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