A better film

Bartholome 2022-03-20 09:01:03

First, Mr. Quentin did not intend to let the fans live (how does it sound like Mr. Fei), before the police rushed into the warehouse, didn't you hear the gunshots? Then watch it again.

Second, the opening scene is purely a copy of the Last Supper. This is also the only opportunity for everyone to show their faces and express their own personality. This is a must, but to be honest, besides pleasing Madonna, everyone should show up. The trick is not very good. Except for the fans, the others are not good enough. Mr. Bai grabbed the one who was incomprehensible, and one of the reasons Quentin insisted on grabbing the show. Chow Yun-fat is good enough to go out.

Third, to be honest, the pianist is not very good. He is a completely hairy boy. All the shots did not portray him as a trustworthy guy.

Fourth, the structure of the entire film is quite good and perfect. This is a film that is completely played by the director. No wonder it has flaws (because the screenwriter is standing aside), but this does not affect the fact that it is a good film.

Quentin's creativity has come to an end

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Reservoir Dogs quotes

  • Mr. Pink: Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fucking time and she's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled *six* times.

    Mr. Blonde: Six times. Well, what if she's too fucking busy?

    Mr. Pink: The words "too fucking busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

    Nice Guy Eddie: Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but I think the last fucking thing you need is another cup of coffee.

  • Mr. White: You can't leave this guy with them.

    Nice Guy Eddie: Why not?

    Mr. White: Because he's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed off, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for putting me in the same room as that bastard!

    Mr. Blonde: See what I've been putting up with, Eddie? I fucking walked in here, I told these guys about staying put. Mr. White whips out his gun, he's sticking it in my face, calling me a motherfucker, saying he's gonna blow me away and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.