what governs life

Fiona 2022-03-21 09:01:44

"25 Hours" is not a movie that wins in terms of plot. It does not have exaggerated and ups and downs in the storyline, but this does not affect the goodness of this movie at all. In addition to the wonderful acting skills of the actors, the reason why it is It is good-looking because it tells a complete story, which tells a possibility of life, and describes the important factors that lead to this possibility. These factors include love, friendship and family affection. When these factors are connected, we seem to see the growth and experience of the protagonist along the way. Through these observations, we will find that life is often not dominated by ourselves. There are too many external factors that will determine what kind of person you will become. What kind of life will you live. The protagonist, Monty, used to be a top student. Not only did he study in a noble school with a scholarship, but he was also an excellent player on the basketball team. All this seemed to indicate that he would be a promising young man, but it backfired. Later, Monty's parents divorced, and his father We can imagine how much this affects Monty as a teen, he might get bored of studying, he might start making bad partners, all kinds of possibilities. Sex, these possibilities have one thing in common, that is, he will accumulate anger, making his view of things become negative and radical. Monty is a perfect portrayal of his inner anger towards the world in the mirror in the toilet, he shouts "fuck you, to everyone in this city", from here we also see a certain As for the momentary self, I think at least those who shouted that this clip was enjoyable must be, people will have a stage of world-weariness, watching the gangsters on the street is unhappy, watching the foreigner driving a taxi, watching the gay, watching everyone is unhappy Unhappy, when you are at that stage, you may not be able to detect this situation in yourself, because your mind is not in control, but your anger, if you don't wake up quickly, you may step by step like Monty into the abyss. There's nothing wrong with going the wrong way but anger. In the context of Monty's father's debts and his own world-weariness, perhaps by chance, he made some new friends, and since then he has been selling marijuana as a student, and he has tasted A few sweet spots were reached, and from then on, it was out of control. "Excellent grades can't exchange for a happy family, but selling marijuana can make a good income and help a father who is in debt", Monty There must be a similar idea in his heart, but his essence is not bad, he thought about quitting, but from selling marijuana to selling heroin, the temptation is getting bigger and bigger, and the underworld is not as easy as you want to come and go. Yes, he repeatedly told himself to wash his hands after finishing the ticket, but he was caught by the police before he quit, poor Monty was swallowed by lust this time, selling drugs, the house and the car were easy The ground came, and in the face of it, Monty lost himself again and again. Facing the lengthy sentences, Monty thought of old friends, a now English teacher named Jacob, and a stockbroker with a decent income named Frank, who he wanted before he went to prison. A night out with these two old friends. In the beginning, Jacob and Frank got together first. The two began to talk about the old days. When they talked about Monty, they couldn't help but feel sorry for a while. As Monty's real good friends, these two people have been blaming themselves for not stopping in their hearts. Monty caused him to make mistakes again and again and finally got this end, Frank said to Jacob, "Monty is no longer a friend after today", Monty has to do 7 years in prison, it seems that he thinks this friend is no longer worth having Now, we still don't know what his friendship with Monty is like. At the time, I thought it was his heart, but after seeing it, I will understand that it was just an angry remark that he was too sad and said. These There's a mix of his sadness and anger at Monty, which I think reflects his friendship with Monty. Outside the bar where the party was going, Jacob ran into Mary, a beautiful girl from his sophomore class, and Mary begged to be in the bar too, so Monty brought her in too. In the bar, Monty is taken to the black boss's room, where he learns that his arrest was betrayed by his "new friend" in the underworld, and that he had been suspicious of his girlfriend until then. Meanwhile, Frank is arguing with Monty's girlfriend, both of whom think the other party didn't stop Monty in time. Therefore, there is a big quarrel because of their fault. In fact, they are also looking for an explanation for this kind of life. Who caused the result and who is at fault? However, it was difficult to explain the issue clearly, and they broke up in an unhappy manner. The English teacher on the other side was dozing off, obviously not interested in the feasting in the bar. At this time, his female student was a little drunk and ran over to tease Jacob. Jacob actually had a good impression of Mary, but as a decent Teacher, many times he kept things in his heart, but this time he lost control and finally kissed Mary. After this impulsive move, he became very remorseful again, afraid that things would leak out and he would be fired. This scene is too real, no one is perfect, and a decent English teacher restrained his further impulsive actions in time, but this is not because reason overcomes emotion, but because of the constraints of reality. The role of Mary is not only to show Jacob from the side, in fact, she is like a replica of Monty, a high school student, her parents are divorced, and her mother is indifferent to her, so she will appear in the underworld bar, what will her future be? I hope she can meet her own good teachers and friends. The next morning, Monty and two other buddies were still together, and he gave Jacob his dog, who accepted. Monty is terrified of prison, he wants to make himself look a little bit more vicious when he goes to jail, he asks Frank to beat him so hard that when he goes to jail to let others know that he is not to be messed with, of course Frank disagrees , as a bystander, we can see where the conflict lies. Frank is angry. Maybe he wanted to wake him up with a punch, but the emotions of sadness and regret are much stronger, and he can't do it to himself. The best friend threw a fist, Monty kept provoking him, and even punched Jacob, who was discouraging him, which finally angered Frank, who threw Monty to the ground, unable to hold back any longer, shouting "" No", his eyes were full of tears, but his fist slammed into his best friend one after another. This is full of contradictory images, and I think only the person involved can understand the feeling. In the end, Monty's father took him to the prison with the wounded. In the car, the people and things he once hated suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The anger was gone, and his heart finally returned to peace. The car continued to move forward, but Monty's father made an unexpected move, he was going to take Monty with him

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  • Vern 2022-03-22 09:01:38

    The ending and the protagonist's self-talk in front of the mirror are very good, but the whole front does not explain the protagonist's struggle very well. The salvation of the soul in these 24 hours.

  • Paula 2022-04-24 07:01:05

    Boredom just doesn't like the Fuck monologue. Too many too deliberate plots, it's not too comfortable to look at.

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*!