White-collar fairy tales

Shaun 2022-01-25 08:02:16

The slogan on the film poster is "The newest attorney at the world's most powerful law firm has never lost a case", which seems to be a realistic film. The result was disappointing, and many plots were arranged very badly: the wife of a lawyer, a very material woman, was so empty that she went crazy in New York. His Satan father changed and changed like Monkey King. His mother has an image of an ascetic monk, and she often warns him with words in the Bible. His colleagues, one by one, hidden the face of the devil under their gorgeous appearance. The rich man who killed three people and asked a lawyer to excuse him, I could tell at a glance that he and his adopted daughter had an affair (otherwise who After killing his own wife and children, she will never forget her adopted daughter, and will see her anyway). The story is mysterious and mysterious. All of the above are in line with the definition of "fairy tale".
Here, let me talk about it: I think of finding an old book of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" in the corner of the library when I was young. When I opened it, many of the stories in it were creepy. Later, when I grew up, I learned that those collections of stories that were translated into "fairy tales" for Chinese people, such as "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and "Green's Fairy Tales", are full of stories that are not suitable for children, such as incest, father killing, and cannibalism. La. Why is it translated into a "fairy tale"? Do foreigners use this kind of story to scare children and warn them to abide by social order? These are actually fables.
Imagine if it was a child, after telling the story, the teacher would ask: "Classmates, what does this story tell us?"
We replied loudly: "The film "Devil's Spokesperson" tells us that angels belong to God. Servant, but there is a kind of angel called the devil. Both work for God. God is the boss. The employees below will occasionally complain, ridicule the boss, or play a little sideball within the scope of their own rights. In fact, the boss knows that he does big things. Like cooking Xiaoxian, the boss knows how to control the heat, and he has the final say at the critical moment." Haha, just make a joke.
In fact, Pacino and Reeves are very father and son, both of them have long shoehorn faces. Their performance is still very hard. In the end, El Pacino's speech ridiculing God is still very performing skills, which can be regarded as a highlight of the film. As for Keno Reeves, he is actually a very good actor, beautiful in appearance and good acting skills. But there is a lack of powerful masterpieces. Warm sketches such as "Lakeside Cottage", "November in Love", and "Walking in the Clouds" are very heartwarming, but unfortunately they are not very colorful. Action movies such as "Hell Detective" and "Life and Death" are just instant noodles, which relieves the hunger, and the taste is really not flattering. And I still don't like the "Matrix" series. Although he is very cool in it, he actually made a wedding dress for the screenwriter. The screenwriter's story concept is full of philosophical spirit and will be left in history forever.
I will always watch El Pacino's performances. For Keno Reeves, I still look forward to his representative work, raising his acting career to a higher level.

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The Devil's Advocate quotes

  • 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.