I would say 25 hours is too short

Caitlyn 2022-03-17 09:01:04

I watched this movie probably in 2013. At that time, I just dropped out of my freshman year, because I felt that the courses in the school were not what I wanted to learn, so I resolutely disregarded my parents, my elder brothers and sisters objected to going to Zhoushan and let my relatives arrange work. , I went to work for less than a day, and because I had too many ideas, I went out to work as a waiter, left Zhoushan, went to Hubei, went to Yinchuan, and wandered everywhere.

At that time, it was just because it was cheaper to spend the night in an Internet cafe, so I found this film aimlessly, because I had finished watching "Fight Club" in junior high school and regarded it as a standard. Not surprisingly, I was disappointed because "25 Hours" didn't show what I was looking for. That kind of blood. After graduating from college, I didn't choose to work steadily, and I joined a few financial companies. It was only two years after graduation, that is, now, when I saw this movie by chance, I realized that many details are in my mind and can evoke memories.

Maybe you can only understand the mood of the protagonist in the movie after you have really experienced some things. He played a good hand and played a bad hand. Originally, his high school grades were excellent, and his life was bright. If you restrain yourself, you should maintain a good material life now, and take pictures during holidays. , weekend sports dinner, maybe start talking about marriage, instead of being unemployed for several months every year, sitting alone in a rental house thinking about how to modify your resume before you can find the next job.

Unlike Monty, my cat was bought from a pet store. It was 8 months old, lively, active, and had a distinct coat. Anyone who saw him would like it except when he was sick. Before me, no one wanted to buy him. Maybe we all subconsciously think that life is wrong, and we long for someone to save us, so sympathy adds our own expectations to ordinary people. But the life that has already started to deviate, except that he is moving forward with cowardice and pain, the final result can only be collapsed.

It took me 7 years to go from a complacent teenager to a waste wood who is accustomed to the hardships at the bottom. It took me 7 years to understand this movie. For the youth who firmly grasped and did not want to let go, for the youth that should belong to me For the days when there are games and friends, 25 hours is too short for me, who should be a decent and generous person. Sometimes I am really short of money, how can I have the ability to make myself look like I have spare energy and work hard, now I can only face the mess and shout: Dad's youth is over

I don’t have a place to look for my other hour today. Sorry for writing in a mess. Tomorrow I will face an overdue credit card, become a black user, and work in a factory. I didn’t prepare so much.

To paraphrase the classic line from Westworld: These violent delights have violent ends

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  • Monica 2022-03-23 09:01:44

    If is one of the most powerful and only real scenes in the whole film in the last minute; then, <25th hour> is the only one in the whole film in the last minute. A warm and hopeful hypothetical!!! Norton's monologue in the mirror is a classic, he is suitable for the type of splitting~~

  • Dee 2022-04-24 07:01:05

    The Rap in Norton's curse is very exciting~ After watching the film, I just feel that cherish life and don't lose the happiness you have because of short-term greed. A woman in love, an eternal brother, a father who gave everything for himself. This is Monty's mistake, but it is a wake-up call for everyone.

25th Hour quotes

  • Frank Slaughtery: You know, you're wearing a striped shirt with a striped tie, you know that, right?

    Phelan: Yeah, I do it for the ladies.

    Frank Slaughtery: Oh - the ladies ever tell you that you look like a fucking optical illusion?

    Phelan: Yeah?

    Frank Slaughtery: Go away, disappear... come on.

    Phelan: I'm outta here.

  • [Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with "FUCK YOU!" written on it]

    Monty Brogan: Yeah, fuck you, too. Fuck *me*? Fuck *you*, Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car - get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for "The Sopranos." Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermès scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck J.C.! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J.! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

    [pause]

    Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you *dumb* *fuck*!