Wait, I'll kill someone and come back

Demarcus 2022-10-07 02:24:21

In Quentin Tarantino's movie world, killing is a grumpy business, and when you drop a knife, you will see a lot of blood spurting out. I often wonder if killing is the most exciting dream in many people's hearts, the popularity of martial arts movies again, the knifemen end another person's life with surreal means, whenever the setting sun shines on him On the chiseled face, pleasure swept through all the nerve endings like a lyrical poem. Then there are underworld movies. All killers must have a pure life experience. Yes, a man in black walking on the edge of a knife would be ashamed and embarrassed if the crying of his parents, wife and children sounded behind him.

This kind of killing ignores the embarrassment that is usually filled with blood, and the rest is just dazzling stunts and the handsome appearance of the idols. Falling in love with a killer is really a very fashionable thing. Even if the whole world is on opposite sides, I have to get on a motorcycle and follow my idol and gallop away. Traditional social morality is an aesthetic obstacle in shootout films. If the court verdict of a murder case is hard pressed, all the killers will become obscene, pressing a filthy-looking one with trembling fingers. fingerprint. Therefore, killing people is like a fairy tale, breaking the casserole and asking to the end, that is, the prince and the princess are divorced, and the beauty is pregnant with a second child that is not a beast.

Of course, the slow, slow way of killing someone like François Hojon is another weird personal style. I remember the singing and dancing scenes in "Beautiful Pictures". In the study on the second floor, there was still a zombie with a knife in its back. Everyone's secret life was exposed because of this murder. Outside is a shrunken world with goose feathers and heavy snow, but inside the house is a splendid spring singing and dancing. "Gosford Manor" directed by Rob Altman is also full of guests, walking around elegantly with a goblet, similar murders are silent and require high wisdom, like a cruel A smile is enough to make people feel discouraged.

The best-selling female author Sarah Merton arranged to appear in "Swimming Pool" is a woman with high eyes and low skills. The scene in the subway can already see her coldness and dissatisfaction with her writing life. If a writer extends the leadership and arrogance in his writing state to reality, he can only see flawed failures everywhere. So she usually needs to use solitude to cover up the desolation in her heart, swallow a lot of tobacco and alcohol to fill the inspiration of escape, and knock a whole row of precarious front teeth on the keyboard. I just envy Sarah meeting a publisher with a found conscience. Aside from the exchange of interests, a country house in the south of France is also full of temptation. When you open the door, you can see the water under the bright sun. Spacious swimming pool.

Assuming that Sarah is just a British version of Qiong Yao who is good at romantic affairs, then her relationship with Julie, who claims to be the publisher's daughter, and the swimming pool is at most the "Deep Courtyard" who was born and solved the mystery. But Sarah is the female Conan Doyle, and the famous Agatha Christie, her cleanliness-style demanding of details and detective-like vicious eyes make the two women's first encounter full of gunpowder. The playful and lively little daughter in "Eight Beauties" arrived in "Swimming Pool", and she became full of sensuality when she changed her body. It is said that the DVD of this movie is divided into two versions, one is R-rated and the other is non-restricted. The three-point swimsuit on the jacket of R-rated is black and white striped, and the more important thing is whether it is exposed, or how much is exposed. point. In the same swimming pool, the heroine Ludwin Seigner, who is dressed in different styles, is lying in the same swimming pool. What you hate is the blindness of such French people, it is helpless to feel inexplicably empty.

The murder scene happens unexpectedly in the slow pace of this film, and like all women who are keen on drama and joy, jealousy is still quietly vigilant while letting go of their hearts. Julie, who lives a slutty life, and Sarah, who behaves eccentrically, alternate day and night in this villa, symbolizing that the erotic swimming pool finally shakes violently because of a coffee shop waiter named Funk. The calm water, a suspicious drop of blood, and finally a naked male corpse appeared. Sarah, a female writer who fantasized about killing and being killed in her suspenseful crime novel, truly saw the scene of a live murder. After the instinctive nervousness and fear, more wonderful inspirations came to her creation. She almost volunteered herself to throw herself into this seemingly simple love murder case, using her creative wisdom to successfully clean up the scene, destroy the evidence, and open up to a poor lawn repairer, Matthew, without hesitation. beautiful body.

I have rarely seen such a leisurely killing process, without any sense of guilt, like crumpling up discarded manuscript paper in a writing and throwing it into an uncleaned corner. Since then, things have changed and no one has mentioned it again. It must be admitted that the killing method full of new elements and cold humor looks very sexy and charming. Compared with Ludwin Seigner's unrestrained exposure of the body, the lightning-quick killing process and the no-nonsense finale are even more jaw-dropping. The disappearance of a person and the calmness of a swimming pool are all so natural. The female writer has published a new book, and the rebellious daughter and her father are reunited. When the subtitles are rising, they can't feel how innocent and kind the dead person is. In "Full Time Killer", the professional killer said to the girl he met for the first time, wait for me ten minutes, I will kill a few people and come back. To borrow someone's compliment, that is, cool.

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Swimming Pool quotes

  • Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?

    [the older woman wakes up, startled]

    Julie: Sorry I woke you up.

    Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No.

    [sitting up]

    Sarah Morton: I was just dozing.

    Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.

    Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.

    Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,

    [smiling fondly]

    Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.

    Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.

    Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.

    [Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]

    Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel?

    Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.

    Julie: Oh, yeah.

    [disapprovingly:]

    Julie: That's how he makes his money.

    Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.

    Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?

    Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain.

    Julie: [chummily] What is this one about?

    Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.

    Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?

    Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.

    Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.

    [walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]

  • Julie: [in French; subtitled] AHH! You scared me!

    Sarah Morton: [in French] Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

    Julie: [in French] Your house? This is my house! I should be asking you.

    [short pause; now speaking English]

    Julie: Are you English?

    Sarah Morton: [in English] That's correct. I'm Sarah Morton, I'm a writer and my publisher, John Bosload, is letting me have this house.

    Julie: Ah, so you're Daddy's latest conquest.

    Sarah Morton: You're his daughter?

    Julie: So what? He didn't say I was coming?

    Sarah Morton: No, he didn't tell me you were coming.

    Julie: I'm not surprised. Is he here?

    Sarah Morton: No, I'm here on my own and I'm here to work, and not expecting visitors.

    Julie: [lights a cigarette] So he's not here.

    Sarah Morton: Are you going to be staying long?

    Julie: I don't know. I don't have much work these days. So, which bedroom did you take?

    Sarah Morton: The one upstairs overlooking the pool.

    Julie: Of course. That's the best one. Well, I better unpack.