Vanity is my favorite sin

Monroe 2022-01-25 08:02:16

The male protagonist in Al Pacino (Scent of a Woman). There are similarities between these two roles, right? They both understand women quite well? Understand women, understand sex, understand human nature, and understand desires. I like the end of the film very much. When you are given a chance to make a new choice, you may have a different choice, but this kind of opportunity is not always available. The devil is everywhere, and the devil is hard to guard against. Think about the high score of this movie, it shouldn't be because it admires the devil~ So the ending is not only expected, but also so. In fact, we often do this in our lives. You will always hear such a sentence. I told you a long time ago... I said that before... Similar to all kinds of things, human nature is, don’t suffer, don’t know what’s wrong, no Hit the south wall without looking back. And the two words that impressed me deeply in the trial and error: Vanity is my favorite original sin. Sin is like a heavy burden, and all you should do is put all sins aside. The original soundtrack of the male lead is very nice and convincing, and indeed the devil has a deceptive charm. Everyone can be a devil, just for a while.

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  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.