Wang Yangming Wenneng can put a pen to settle the world, and Wu Neng can set the world on the horse. Chong Heqian retreated to his autobiography of poetry and etiquette. His master said to himself, it was just such a light sentence. It can be seen that he was also successful in breaking his heart. Those who are babbling on and preaching the golden phrases about being a man of the world are often the ones who are unstable in their hearts and rely on the worship of believers to support themselves. Those "mind masters" who write books and put on TV, diligently attract attention, teach people how to "break through the siege and overcome themselves", they have a big ego, and they are full of arrogance, as if they are saying to all living beings: " Repent!".
The marriage between Guy Ritchie and Madonna, if you only look at the movie Revolver, Weifu, who is a global superstar, has an overwhelming advantage. Even the uninhibited, jumping, hard bridge and hard horse Guy Ritchie let his underworld play two roles in the movie, because the insolence of "ego" hit the wall in the black society, and it was painful; In the elevator, there was an inexplicable fierce struggle in the heart, a long speech, murmured, and the audience jumped with excitement when he said that he was high. The light of religion and soul is concentrated in the opening of the elevator door. Macha, the casino owner who is on the verge of madness, is naked, and he is screaming and demanding Jake's fear, and Jake is just noble and sad, like Jesus, and he will dissolve the anger into the invisible. But the two men who guided Jake to conquer himself and sanctify his body, his best friend in prison - a fat Italian, a skinny black boy, trained him to take all his savings and force him to pay for the unarmed People shot and forced him to take away the only dog that the 80- and 90-year-old lady depended on. . . Could it be that during the forty days Jesus was in the desert, he was busy undergoing this kind of mental training of the Marine Corps in hell? Do all the bad things and you will be a saint.
The jumping and splicing plot, which Guy Ritchie is best at, is flawed everywhere in this play, and he may not care about promoting the plot if he cares about psychological activities. Mysterious Gold, which has been around for a long time, is a Squib, and so is his subordinate, Miss Walker. Macha was dumb, and so were Sorter and Jake's brothers and daughters. . . Everyone is a squib, only Jake and his two spiritual mentors staged The Revenge of Monte Cristo and the True Story of Gandhi. In the end, they walked away like a dream of Red Mansions, and they were lost and returned to the wilderness.
Perhaps because Americans have strong tastes, and their taste buds are fed up with junk food, there is no blood and beauty, and Guy Ritchie has added more naked women and blood to this film than all the previous ones combined. The endless torture is disgusting and boring. There is a faction of Hollywood blockbusters that is not afraid to irritate the audience with the most disgusting scenes, which is close to hard violent porn. Could it be that Guy Ritchie listened to the words of his American advisers: Without blood stumps and hot girls, there would be no American market? What kind of market is this.
But Guy Ritchie is Guy Ritchie after all. His creative and cold sense of humor emerges everywhere even under the cover of powerful "spiritual power", like a stubborn plant under the pressure of a big stone. give up. The casino owner Macha, who pays great attention to his appearance, always wears his underwear to meet his subordinates in the tanned ultraviolet room, and roars, showing his blue teeth. When he appeared in the camera under normal light, he was very happy in a nearly fluorescent orange "sun brown". Jake came to him for a final showdown, and he sat up abruptly from the bed with the hairnet on his head to protect his hairstyle. A group of killers chased Jake, and one of the heavyweights jumped off a high platform and shot himself with a pistol. The part where the leader of the killers reported to the boss was the smooth and hard Gary's signature clip. Based on these few points, I can already believe that the real me of Gary is still there, but he is locked in a small corner. At the moment, he is shaking the iron bars frantically, shouting "Let me out!"
Fortunately , Guy Ritchie is divorced, RocknRolla is over, and the original Guy Ritchie is back. We are also relieved. Looking forward to Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes, and the RocknRolla sequel.
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