The so-called rum diary is actually a biopic in which Kemp, a handsome reporter who wants to convert the busy life of New York into a life of drinking, finally wants to see through the impetuous society and hit the bastards with green cash eyes. Speaking of biopics, Depp's addiction to crossing into other people's lives was already well-established in the "Public Enemy" bank robbery. Personally, I have always been brooding about the various sissies that Pattinson remade my favorite novel "Elephant Tears". In contrast, Depp, who is both good and evil, is more suitable for playing the role of fantasy Pure man of life. So, the anticipation for this film has been increased.
At the beginning of the film, Depp got up from the bed, all kinds of messes and red eyes brought by a hangover, lazy and decadent with various Depp characteristics. The irony of Kemp's joining the newspaper outlines the confused generation Hemingway showed in "The Sun Also Rises." For politics, violence, and the gap between the rich and the poor, of course, the film will not be missed: beautiful beaches are god's idea of money, the so-called American dream has the premise of you're paying in the dream, rich people are arty chatting about going to your mother's Cuba and Hell's GCD, the sallow faces of starving children and evicted residents. Kemp, played by Depp, still has an unbroken conscience as a reporter. He becomes good friends with Juan, an old gangster who also has a middle finger on reality. However, he accidentally meets Sanderson, a businessman, and falls in love with his blond, blue-eyed and charming girl. friend. Another thing that brings a lot of nonsense to the film is Moburg, a free-spirited alcoholic who was fired by Kemp's newspaper but haunts him. Depp's attitude towards Juan and Moburg naturally has changed from being a petty bourgeois literati to being a good friend for a lifetime, and the ugly faces of those bastards who do anything to make money are of course becoming more and more obvious. From this point of view, the 1% of Wall Street today is really shot. The meaning of the film is that the swollen demon is just swollen, and I personally think that the madness of rum is not strong enough.
Depp's performances have never lost their quality. Even if he is accused of being old and out of shape and his role is flat, it can be seen that Depp is trying to make it more vivid. At the end, when he realized the smell of bastards and decided to speak for ink rage, a smile swept across his face, which was like a flash of lightning. Immediately, all Pumi collectively knelt down and I could not wait to lick their heels. Personally, I think this shot made Kemp, who was almost overshadowed by Moburg, rise more than a little bit. At the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw Sanderson's turtle, and he screamed with the heroine while driving at full speed. When Juan mentioned that his sweetheart and his rival were still covering their ears, they were all cute, holding the mirror and looking at Moburg's with reluctance and disgust. Gherkin and so on remind everyone - this is the acting Di Depp. However, if you think about it, these performances and styles seem to have been seen in Secret Window, Caribbean, and Alice. In other words, what we see is not Kemp played by Depp, but Depp played by Kemp. It’s hard to say whether it’s good or bad. After all, Depp himself said that actors should have their own shadows when creating characters, but thinking about Depp in Burton’s masterpiece, I can’t help but miss that kind of diversity.
Of course, the movie itself is not without its highlights. Had a lot of fun with Juan spewing the flames ignited by rum alcohol at the scorpions, and the splendor in the trailer with good friends and boyfriends. On the road, they all showed the new theme of the era of the new international order - corruption. Ah rot. And when the hallucinations caused by taking drugs, good friends persuaded [still drink a glass of rum to sober up] the era that drinking is equal to sobriety, and the philosophical relationship between [the world and me] that I think about by looking at the fish tank after taking drugs, all are enough to add weight to the video. But I am personally disappointed that the boring plot in the first half hour was bland and depp became a love line of a poor spare tire [and Sanderson really loves the heroine, there is no way! ! ], a slightly masked character and a rush that both want to be humorous and profound, but both are restrained. I'm not sure if it's the director's problem, but personally I think Burton seems to have some kind of power to make Depp so impressive and inspiring, and only Burton has that kind of power. Depp without Bolton is like Alfred without peanuts, and there is no audience for jumping off the building><.
Although this bottle of rum is not like the bottle of heartburn in the Caribbean, and it is not enough for us to drink our lives away with the protagonists, at least the story is complete and reflective. If we talk about Easter eggs, one is that the heroine appears on the stage and the water hibiscus looks like a mermaid with four plus four, and the other is a real photo of Paul Kemp at the end, which looks like a handsome and handsome man, and the third is the passionate scene between Depp and the heroine. It's fun to cover your face, and fourthly, it proves that Depp-kun will return to Uncle Bolton's arms regardless of whether you leave or not!
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