British Spirit "Aristocratic Thief"

Dewitt 2022-01-06 08:01:07


"Aristocratic Thief" is a good-looking movie. The British humor is too high-end and high-end, which tests people's IQ. Various contrasting joys are in it. The

soundtrack: British Rock VS Tsarist Symphony.

Finance: The sun never sets. Empire VS China and Russia in the BRIC countries.

Characters: The British aristocrat who tried to cover his aging with a beard VS a loyal servant with the ecstasy muscles of a colonial emperor’s Popeye;

Art: The aristocrat who is known to love art, is looking for a painting by the Spanish aristocratic painter Goya, The purpose of the pursuit is not for art, but for the secret of wealth behind the painting...

A film full of self-deprecating feelings, but with a touch of humor to pay tribute to the British people’s adherence to the aristocratic spirit

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Extended Reading
  • Rowan 2022-04-20 09:02:03

    Except for the director's soundtrack, it should be a good film

  • Henderson 2022-03-21 09:02:30

    Two stars for Ewan. The plot without any jokes, the pretentious Depp is really embarrassing

Mortdecai quotes

  • Mortdecai: Oh, my darling, I tried desperately to be unfaithful to you, I really did. But I just couldn't do it.

    Johanna: It's a terrible moment when you find yourself falling in love with your own spouse, isn't it?

    Mortdecai: Now that is the look that softens every bone in my body, except one.

  • Mortdecai: [arrives at hotel] Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock. Behold this America, this new colossus, this fair land of the free!

    [sees bikini-clad girls in the lobby]

    Mortdecai: What kind of hell-place is this? I feel as though we've made a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film.

    [asks hotel clerk]

    Mortdecai: Have we taken a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film?

    Hotel Clerk: Checking in?

    Mortdecai: I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale. I should like to request a bucket of ice, "Do Not Disturb" sign, and a bulldozer.

    Hotel Clerk: Checking in?

    Jock: Yeah, we're checking in.

    Mortdecai: I suspect I may need to redecorate.

    Hotel Clerk: Room 326, overlooks the pool.

    [hands over a room card]

    Mortdecai: So all I must do is show up, and I'm presented with a credit card. No wonder your country's in financial ruin.

    Hotel Clerk: Do you need help with your bags?

    Mortdecai: No, I do not need help with my bags. I have a fucking manservant. Strange country.