I rewatched about a boy again today.
I wanted to watch it two years ago, I watched it for the first time last year, and I really liked it. Today, because I saw a single man's film review on the homepage again, "Is it You, Yan Xiaoyan's Heartbroken Man?"
Strange to say, Hugh Grant's movies, all of them, really hit me. Morris, four weddings and one funeral, even if the superficial public is like bi's single diary, is a sufficiently qualified relaxation movie for me. This kind of real-life comedy is more in my heart than those superheroes.
But, about a boy is different. In Morris, Hugh Grant is indeed handsome and handsome, and words can't express it, but with James Wilby on the side, Hugh Grant is slightly oily and powdery; in bj's single diary, it is also because there is Colin Firth who has the same The problem. Four weddings and one funeral is very refreshing, which is my favorite temperament. The temperament in about a boy is slightly similar to four weddings and one funeral, but it may be because of getting older, and the hairstyle is refreshing, and the clothes are mostly simple and clean. Because of the waterproof clothes and the outside, there is a little more clean taste of urban men.
The monologue of the protagonist of about a boy is really good.
The beginning of Hugh Grant: All men are islands, and now it's the time to be one. This is an island age. And I like to think that perhaps I'm that kind of island. The sad fact is, like any island dweller, From time to time, I had to visit the main island.
From the boy: There were people there who had a good time in life. I was begining to realize I wasn't one of them. I just didn't fit. This passage is the inner monologue of how many kids, even for most adults Humans are also very make sense.
Friends asked Hugh Grant if he really didn't plan to get married and have children, and he took a quiet puff, puzzled by the question.
Marcus goes to will's house to run away from his own home, they watch TV together, and Hugh Grant smokes recklessly in front of the children. To be honest, the smoking scene in the movie is much less than in the old movie, and it lacks a lot of things to express.
The song I chose at the end is really good, killing me softly with his song. I don’t know why the director chose this song, but I can loop this song countless times without getting tired of it. Now I’m writing these words while looping, I can’t help it sing along.
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, and so I came to see him and listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, A stranger to my eyes, so unfamiliar Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever, Embarrassed by the crowd, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. would finish, I pray this scene is over But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song
He sang sa if he knew me, he sang As if I knew In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me, As if l wasn't there And he just keep on saying, He sings Sining clear and strong to himself Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, He sings Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
In the end, is it all men are islands, or no man is an island. People may change their minds at different stages. As of now, I still stick to all men are islands.
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