finally on this cold afternoon is just like the opening of the film johnny. All kinds of psychedelics: cannabis, LSD, cocaine...Just as dizzy and confusing by the shaking, frantic, absurd, and bizarre scenes of the whole film, I swallowed this psychedelic without knowing it.
Maybe Also because of the opening of the movie, the guy with long hair and white hair who looks like a gay-is played by Tobey Maguire, who will become a spider man in the future...
Reporter Duke and his The lawyer friend, Dr. Gonzo, traveled together and came to Las Vegas to find their "American Dream". They put on a lot of drugs and alcohol, ready to enjoy them on the road. On the road, they met all kinds of people, police, reporters, gamblers, racers and hitchhikers. They are looking uncertain "American Dream" and finally due to the drugs and alcohol and evolved into a nightmare of fear and hatred
can feel about that kind of decadence and pour in the 6070's across the background of the United States, John F. Kennedy assassination, the Vietnam War , Hippies, even if the protagonist is crazy and drunk in drugs, these contents are all screaming all the time, magically invading in various forms-TV, music, hallucinations... etc.
This absurdity seems difficult. Aroused the resonance of a Chinese youth in the 21st century...but was attracted by the lines in it
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time -. and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened
can not help but think of now on the point of older people always can not help with our young people about the Chinese mad blur 6070's, lamented this The country, the misfortune of this generation, etc.
In fact, looking around, the madness of the 1960s and 1970s seems to be the madness of all human beings, the whole world: the cold war...world trade...cultural collision...liberation... ..U.S
.---Vietnam War, hippie, rock music, yuppie (International Youth Party), student movement, drug culture, anti-war, women's movement, sexual liberation...
Europe--the iron curtain of the Soviet Union. ...The wall tiles of Eastern and Western Germany....The powers of Eastern Europe are changing day and night, splitting, blasting, and the red Paris of France...that is like the student movement of Chairman Mao's tribute
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Middle East-Seven Wars... The Wall of Sighs in Jerusalem.. The bloodiest and most brutal battles are unfolding in the nearest place to God.
Africa seems to be slowed by the guns demanding independence from the colonies. Waking up slowly, struggling in blood and fire, Mandela, Edie Amin...
The torrent of history always makes people feel deep in it and don’t know what to do. Later, I realize that the wounds of human civilization after World War II and the pain relief are 20 or 30 years...
Compared with the ancient wildness of mankind and the calmness of ignorant modern civilization. And soberness makes all these crazy, confused, sages and tyrants angry and killing...ancient and reincarnation historical proposition..
Maybe it’s far away, but as the line says nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
No one knows what really happened. Once the aftertaste of history is a psychedelic drug,
I can’t understand that johnny depp is a bald man in this film... . Still holding a cigarette with a cigarette holder, twisting and walking like a circle-legged pace,
but this is really not an ordinary movie. He comes from the best-selling novel of the same name in the 70s. the name of the most famous reporter, news has just left the creator of the legendary life experiences, known as the "spiritual father --Hunter Blog S. Thompson
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Thompson's death, more than the Western media just left of Journalism The etymology is attributed to Dr. Gang Zuo, the Samoan lawyer in "Hate from Casino", but Christine Othitis, the founder of gonzo.org (be careful! Don’t stray into gonzo.com), wrote in her article In "The Origin and Ideas of Gang-Left Journalism", Gonzo is a letter from Thompson's friend Bill Cardoso, which is a misspelling of the word Gonzeaux in Canadian French.
It doesn't matter if you misspell it or create it yourself, gonzo has entered the Oxford English Dictionary anyway. Sex, drugs, violence, sports, and politics, especially rock music critics, are typical themes of Gang-Left writing. There are no pre-established rules in "just left journalism". "Gangzuo News" mixes fact and fiction, reality and imagination, with the help of drugs, drugs and alcohol. The author's subjective fiction and imagination, as part of his own experience, have become facts reported in news works. . Thompson said that a good Gangzuo reporter “needs the talent of a big reporter, the vision of a painter/photographer, and the variability of actors.” Gangzuo’s reporting style is “based on Faulkner’s ideas, that is, the best novels are far More real than any form of news."
Congolese journalism is closely related to the "New Journalism" movement that emerged in the same era. Thompson, Gay Talese (have been to China many times) and Tom Wolfe were It is also called the troika of new journalism.
New journalism arose out of the US mainstream media’s disregard of radical leftist social movements (such as counter-cultural movements, anti-war demonstrations, drug abuse, and hippie phenomena), claiming to oppose the hypocritical objectiveness and self-deception in news reports. New journalism has a very significant impact on contemporary literature and news practice. Both Gang-Left Journalism and Neo-Journalism focus on the writer’s subjective feelings and rich detailed descriptions, but the requirements of Gang-Left Journalism are more thorough—even to the level of unreasonable devotion, completely following their own current feelings. Don't talk about any rules.
Thompson's personality is extremely arrogant. He is drinking and taking drugs. One of his last wishes is to fill his ashes into the cannon and bomb them out. Before committing suicide, he rarely invited his son and grandson to his farm. At the last moment, he was still on the phone with his wife, calmly, and shot at himself as he talked. He lived to 67 years old, not old or weak, but many friends said that he would commit suicide sooner or later.
Read this information ... can only lament that "fear and loathin" is a product of joint action of individual drugs .. .. times this sentence shit
but really he has this sentence is very easy to impress me
San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant....
I did not consciously replace San Francisco in the middle sixties at the beginning of the sentence with a college career... that sudden feeling A rush to my spine stimulates my brain nerves to shake, feeling lost? It's like the feeling of johnny driving in the desert at the end of the film and talking to himself at the end of the road-crazy, remote and safe
Oh, maybe the psychedelic drug of memories really happened in my body....The
full version of the most prestigious wave speech in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is attached.
San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant....
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing LL Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change)... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that...
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning....
And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that . Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave....
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
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