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Fortunately Shenjing Bing Quentin became the director
Ernestine 2022-03-16 09:01:02
Otherwise, there will be another perverted killer and underworld thug in the world, and Popeye's face and body can definitely hang on the wall to ward off evil spirits. Headshot sauce, bloody, beating people, the hunting dog tore people is to zoom in and slow motion, to give the audience a detailed taste. Even the entertainment of Xiao Lizi in the play is not eating, drinking, and gambling, but watching people fight and knock on the head. Every drama has no end without death, and no matter how wonderful the fate of God is, it is always a tragic and heroic sacrifice to a purposeless career. Mud horse, cut down the big heart of zombies all the year round, can't stand it, it will die abnormal! It is recommended to start watching from one and a half hours, it is not necessary to be so long, the best screenwriter of the Golden Globe Award is a bit too flattering
Extended Reading
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Estevan 2022-03-25 09:01:05
Although the path of purely linear narrative is taken, the degree of recognition is still very high. It does not hesitate to blood plasma or words. It is done in one go. A few paragraphs—especially the two places of table negotiation and study shaking hands—are explosive; but when Quentin is in While flying around, I actually played the very positive emotions of you and the righteousness in a serious manner. I always feel that this is unscientific and lacks a bit of evil-except for Samuel Jackson, he is the most good
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Stuart 2021-10-20 18:58:23
Quentin's care is enough to snicker and look down on all beings. I think the most powerful thing about him is that he can make all the big-name actors lose themselves collectively in his movies and be injected into the Kun-style cunning accent. Of course, this kind of accent is not only manifested in the characters, the soundtrack, mirroring and lines are all Quentin Faner, good, cheap, rough, and can't be copied. Who's the nigger? Django, D is silent.
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Dr. King Schultz: [aiming .45-70 rifle at fleeing Ellis Brittle] You sure that's him?
Django: Yeah.
Dr. King Schultz: Positive?
Django: I don't know.
Dr. King Schultz: You don't know if you're positive?
Django: I don't know what 'positive' means.
Dr. King Schultz: It means you're sure.
Django: Yes.
Dr. King Schultz: Yes, what?
Django: Yes, I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
[Schultz shoots Brittle off his horse]
Django: I'm positive he dead.
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Calvin Candie: Hello. Stephen, my boy!
Stephen: [black house servant exiting the Big House] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hello, my ass. Who dis nigger up on dat nag?
Calvin Candie: Aw, Stephen, you have nails for breakfast? What's the matter? Why you so ornery? You miss me? Huh?
Stephen: Oh, yes, sir. I miss you like a hawg miss slop. Like a baby miss mammy titty! I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe! Now, I aks you, who dis nigger on dat nag?
Django: Hey, Snowball. You wanna know my name or the name of my horse, you ask me.
Stephen: Just who the hell you callin' 'Snowball,' hoss boy? I'll snatch yo black ass off dat nag down here in the mud so fast make yo head spin!
Calvin Candie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stephen! Stephen! Let's keep it funny. Django here's a freeman.
Stephen: Dis nigger here?
Calvin Candie: That nigger there. Let me at least introduce the two of you. Django, this is a another cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen. Stephen, this here is Django. You two oughta hate each other.
Stephen: Calvin, just who the hell is dis nigger you feel's the need to entertain?
Calvin Candie: Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen. And you, you old, decrepit bastard, you are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?
Stephen: Yes, sir. Him I understands, but I don't know why I got to take lip off dis nigger.
Calvin Candie: You don't have to know why. Do you understand?
Stephen: Yes, sir. I understand.
Calvin Candie: Well, good. They're spending the night. Go open the guest bedrooms and get two ready.
Stephen: [mortified] He gawn stay in the Big House?
Calvin Candie: Stephen. He's a slaver. It's different.
Stephen: In the Big House?
Calvin Candie: Well, you got a problem with that?
Stephen: Aw, naw, naw. I ain't got no problem with it. If you ain't got no problem with burnin' the bed, the sheets, the pillowcase, and everything else when this black-ass motherfucker's gone!
Calvin Candie: That is my problem! They are mine to burn! Now your problem right now is making a good impression! And I want you to start solving that problem right now and get them goddamn rooms ready!
Stephen: Yes, sir, Monsieur Candie.
Calvin Candie: Go on, now.
Stephen: Cain't believe you brought a nigger to stay in the Big House. Yo daddy's rollin' over in his goddamn grave, right now. Brought a nigger to stay with us. What kinda shit is that?
Calvin Candie: Man, the lip on him! Whoo! He's getting worse and worse. Now, WHERE IS MY BEAUTIFUL SISTER?