"Dream of Red Mansions" on Wall Street

Spencer 2022-01-25 08:01:27

The shabby room was empty, and the wat was full of beds, and the
grass was withered and poplar. It was once a dance venue.
The spider silk is full of carved beams, and the green gauze is now pasted on the canopy window.
What is the fat thick, the powder is fragrant, how can the temples become frost again?
Yesterday, Huangtu Longtou gave the bones, and tonight the mandarin ducks lie at the bottom of the red light tent.
Boxes full of gold, boxes full of silver, beggars all slander with their eyes wide open.
I'm sighing that other people's lives are not long, so I know I'm back to be mourned!
Well-trained, you may be a strong player in the future.
Choosing ointment, whoever hopes to live in Fireworks Alley!
Because of the small shackles and hats, which caused the shackles to be locked, I felt sorry for the
cold yesterday, and now
I am too long as the purple python: I will appear on the stage when you sing it, and I will recognize the other country as my hometown.
It's ridiculous. In the end, they all make wedding clothes for others!

This passage of Zhen Shiyin's explanation of "Good Song" is the best interpretation of this movie in my opinion.

When watching a movie, I often think of "Dream of Red Mansions". In the first half of the movie, you don’t need to be drunk or feasting, and feel sorry for those scenes. If it is released in China, about three hours can be cut into two hours. Naked and shameless, it also makes people laugh. Jordan (Uncle L) and his first boss beat my chest in the restaurant when I burst into tears and laughed. I can’t wait to beat the floor when Uncle L was playing with the dripping wax play. The frequency of swear words is so fast that it catches up with "pulp fiction", so that I thought at the time that apart from being too humorous and not too cold, this movie was a bit of Quentin's style.

But thinking about it carefully, after those wonderful dialogues and dazzling pictures, Martin Scorsese insisted on the despair of capitalism from beginning to end. Uncle L vowed: "Every time I just chose to being rich." Then his employees. Cheers enthusiastically, treating him as a god, because he is rich, and I can only see the exaggeration.

The director’s deliberate arrangement echoes the pen-selling plot before and after, and the inverted position in the confrontation with the FBI agent. Although there are not many scenes in the plot, it is indeed a foreshadowing and father's rivalry... These obvious intentions are not difficult to reflect the director's. Satire. And when I saw half of it, I guessed that the reason that left him with nothing in the end must be a trivial matter. The fact is indeed half a catastrophe, which is a bit incompatible with the realistic style from beginning to end (so that it makes me feel a bit of Quentin’s dark humor) . When a person is so rich, it is impossible to have such naive problems in certain things, and when a person is so rich, it is impossible to collapse so easily in certain aspects. The FBI didn't look great. So in the end, the educational significance of this ending is obvious. You can have nothing if you have money. Isn't the thing you pursue a damn dream?


But apart from the superficial irony effect, the financiers did not get beaten to death by a stick in this movie, although most of the time they were depraved, they were bastards, they were full of swear words, and their office was messy... But when the posture that has passed away began to take shape. , Their world seems to be rationalized again. In the scene in which Uncle L was dismissed, he talked about the relationship between the establishment of the company and one of his female employees. The female employees choked and shouted: "Jordan, I fucking love you!" "The friendship between them is indeed there, and it is very touching. They also started from scratch, and they also have their own wisdom. Their world is not as bad as we thought. At that moment, I had forgotten how much they were taking for granted.

Nevertheless, the catastrophe is imminent and fly separately. "There is no friend in Wall Street." So these moments of moving are based on the basis of no conflict of interest. Even drug sellers know not to sell buyers, but these beasts in clothing have no principles. The contrast at this moment is extremely chilling.

In fact, the friendship between them is better built on the basis of a common goal, which is money. Jordan obviously has to treat the company he built as a second home. Family life is not paid too much attention to. The growth of the child seems to only tell the audience how many years have passed. And the relationship between Jordan and his wife is better based on a fixed model. The rich diamond celebrity wants to have a blonde hot girl as his wife. Then they had a perfect fairy tale wedding, a mansion and two children. This is the legendary heaven on earth. And in the end, Jordan's all his hard work is the company, so he is obsessed with it. It is not so much that he is addicted to prescription drugs and alcohol. It is better to say that he is addicted to the feeling of making money and the pleasure of being in the company.

What's wrong with their world, it's just that at the end, it's utterly empty. But it was this dream exuding the smell of rotten eggs that attracted countless flies. Jordan’s first enlightened boss ended up with the company’s bankruptcy, and Jordan didn’t have a good end. The cycle never stopped. For

three hours, the visual enjoyment and sympathy were overflowing and finally the despair and the cold were shuttled. At the same time, he couldn’t help himself. Laughing to the back pain and leg cramps. Compared with the obscureness of "Taxi Driver", this movie has undoubtedly earned a box office and a good reputation, so it deserves the title of best in 2013! Martin Scorsese, I'll give you a fucking blow job for this movie!

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The Wolf of Wall Street quotes

  • Naomi Lapaglia: Wake up, you piece of shit! Who's Venice?

    Jordan Belfort: Who?

    Naomi Lapaglia: Huh?

    Jordan Belfort: Who? Who?

    Naomi Lapaglia: Who? What are you, a fucking owl? Who is she? Some little hooker you were fucking last night?

    Jordan Belfort: What the fuck are you talking about? No. No way, baby, no!

    Naomi Lapaglia: You were calling her name in your sleep!

    Jordan Belfort: Are you out of your fucking mind? I don't even know who Venice is. What the fuck does that even mean? Venice. That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my fucking life!

    [after flashback of sex with Venice]

    Jordan Belfort: That's right. That's right, I forgot. Donnie and I were investing in a condominium complex in Venice. That's why all this confusion.

    Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, you're investing in Italy?

    Jordan Belfort: Not Italy. California, baby!

    Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, California? You're a lying piece of shit!

    Jordan Belfort: Duchess, baby, come on!

    Naomi Lapaglia: Don't you fucking Duchess me! Don't you Duchess me! Do you really think that I don't know what you're up to? You're a father now, Jordan.

    Jordan Belfort: Yeah! I know.

    Naomi Lapaglia: You're a father now. And you're still acting like an infant!

    [throws water in his face]

    Jordan Belfort: FUCK! GODDAMN IT! Baby, you know you got real anger issues.

    Naomi Lapaglia: Who is the one who flew in here at 3:00 in the morning on their stupid helicopter and woke up Skylar? That was you! Doesn't even matter to you! Does it even matter to you that I just had that driving range sodded with Bermuda grass, Jordan, and now you fucking wrecked it!

    Jordan Belfort: Oh, Bermuda grass.

    Naomi Lapaglia: No, you didn't research the whole thing and deal with the fucking golf course people!

    Jordan Belfort: Oh my God! You had to deal with the gold course people, too! What a Greek tragedy honey! Oh my God! You probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden! And actually do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day, huh? Because I can't keep track of your professions, honey. Last month you were a wine connoisseur, now you're an aspiring landscape architect. Let me get that right.

    Naomi Lapaglia: Fuck you!

    Jordan Belfort: Don't fucking dare throw that fucking water at me. Don't you fucking dare.

  • Naomi Lapaglia: Good morning, daddy. Where's my kiss?

    Jordan Belfort: Hey, sweetheart! Does daddy get a kiss from both of his little girls, huh?

    Naomi Lapaglia: Oh no. No, daddy doesn't even get to touch mommy for a very, very, very long time.

    Jordan Belfort: Daddy's really sorry about what he said in the other room. He didn't mean any of it.

    Naomi Lapaglia: Daddy shouldn't waste his time. And from now on, it's gonna be nothing but short, short skirts around the house. And you know something else, daddy? Mommy is just so sick and tired of wearing panties.

    Jordan Belfort: Yeah?

    Naomi Lapaglia: Yeah. In fact, she's decided to throw them all away.

    [opens legs]

    Naomi Lapaglia: So take a good look, daddy. You're gonna be seeing an awful lot of this around the house.

    Jordan Belfort: Oh, baby. Yeah mommy.

    Naomi Lapaglia: But no touching.

    Jordan Belfort: Ow.

    Naomi Lapaglia: What's wrong, daddy?

    Jordan Belfort: Mmm, baby. Okay, mommy likes to play games with daddy. Mommy, have you ever noticed anything odd about Mr. Fuzzy Bear over there? His eyes seem to be a little bit odd, don't they? Yeah, there's something a little bit different about his eyes. Yes, I think it's true. Say hi, mommy!

    [waves to security camera]

    Jordan Belfort: Say hi to Rocco and Rocco! Say hi! Hi, fellas!

    Naomi Lapaglia: Fuck you!

    Jordan Belfort: [narration] Of all the fucking days, she chooses today to give me blue balls.