Came here late at night wanting to write something.
I saw it a long time ago, and I don't know how to
capture a few impressive images:
his home is his paradise. "Rupert, go to bed, it's too late" "Got it, Mom! . . . It's annoying". . . . I was moved, he didn't think so.
He was happy to tell his jokes against the wall of the audience, and the sound of laughter and applause came from the speakers, which made him feel fulfilled. Sitting on the floppy sofa, thinking about the triumph and satisfaction of being the king of comedy.
In the crowded crowd, he used self-righteous methods to approach his idol. How I wish I could communicate with each other in the way of men and men, but I find myself really small and ashamed.
In the broadcasting company, the old purse was handed out, and his precious voice clips were ruthlessly ignored by the beauties at the front desk.
Except for himself, it seems that the whole world sees him as the same kind of crazy star-chasing women.
In the tavern, when he meets the girl he likes, he may not be beautiful, but he likes it. How I hope to show her the big house, and let her see her achievements. But it backfired.
. . . .
Finally, he kidnapped his idol, used illicit means to gain ratings on TV, but went to prison. . .
The place where the police arrested him was on the table in the tavern, and he was excited to show his brilliance on TV to the girl he liked. I think he and she are content at the moment.
Struggle, struggle, the film ends here and it's perfect.
But the end of the last American dream came, he published a book, he became famous, he got out of prison, he became the king of comedy.
If I was still immersed in the plot of the play, I would not be happy for him, but miss his lonely and struggling expression under his bright smile.
Yes, this film has a soul because of Robert De Niro.
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