Baker Street twilight

Barry 2022-03-25 09:01:07

A great film by Depp that was too many years late for me! I haven't seen such a good movie before! The ending is sad. Jack the Ripper's identity revealed. Haha, it would make sense if the Ripper's true identity could not be revealed for this reason. In the end, the killer felt as if his pupils suddenly became much bigger after his identity was revealed! Don't know if the makeup is intentional? I think this is a more terrifying place than pig intestines, sheep water, and fermented bean curd soup! In the song "Chapter Seven of the Night" with the first week of the wheel, it is said that the lyrics are written by Fang Wenshan and Holmes, but I think it is exactly this movie. ~~~The dividing line~~~If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement, I will write her finale by hand. The light of the morning sun dries the last line of sadness, and the black ink dyes serenity. ~~~Separation line~~~. I thought I bet everything, the truth will be revealed eventually, but after all, the power is too small for you to love. You can let go but can't confess, carry all the secrets on your back and leave. The sky is white with fish belly, the wraiths are twisting and twisting on the slate road of Baker Street, the cold wind is blowing in the alley, the twilight is kind...

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  • Liz Stride: [Arrives in pub with Ada] Ah 'ere you are, 'ello girls.

    Mary Kelly: I told you to wait for me.

    Liz Stride: I can't stay in a pub and not 'ave a drink: that's cruel.

  • Polly Nichols: [to her John] All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.

    [they start to undress]

    Polly Nichols: The bobbies are trackin' us!

    Polly's John: Right.

    [he pulls down his pants]

    Polly's John: Gotta get the old man hard first.

    Polly Nichols: Give it here. I'll put it in meself!

    [she grabs his genitals]

    Polly's John: Is that in?

    Polly Nichols: Of course it is. Come on!

    Polly's John: No, it's not. Ya got it stuck between yer bleedin' legs!

    Polly Nichols: [frustratingly] No, I haven't! Come on!

    Polly's John: I knows it when I feels it!

    [they start copulating against the wooden fence]