Toney 2022-04-23 07:02:33
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Jovani 2022-04-23 07:02:33
The desire to wash hands with the last vote will always be shattered by unknown factors. All members are unrighteous, and under the drive of interests, there is still mutual chivalrousness among the gangsters. Even people who misbehave in peacetime will die for their companions calmly. Sam Peckinpah's rhythm control is really strong, and the two sections of grabbing the train and four people fighting two hundred people use completely different techniques to create an excellent sense of tension. I think John Woo was influenced by the violent aesthetics of Peckinpah.
Germaine 2022-04-21 09:02:30
Who is the scorpion surrounded by ants? Who is the bird tied to the rope? For whom does the death knell toll? Old Ji Fuzhen, where are you aiming? Sunset Yellow Sand, who translated it so aptly? Is this a triumph or an elegy for the Western? The shootout scene at the beginning and end is so good. Clip textbooks. Don't forget the half-bottle of wine that six people drank.
Pike Bishop: [the Gorches are protesting the dividing up of the loot] Sharin' up will be the same as always.
Lyle Gorch: Well, me and Tector don't think that he
[points at Angel]
Lyle Gorch: oughtta get the same amount. He's just startin' out and this is mine and Tector's openin' for a new territory!
Tector Gorch: That's right, and I figure a share to that old goat
[points at Sykes]
Tector Gorch: for watchin' them horses is damn sure a share too much!
Lyle Gorch: So, we decided; it ain't fair.
Pike Bishop: If you two boys don't like equal shares, why in the hell don't you just take *all* of it?
[pauses]
Pike Bishop: Well, why don't you *answer* me, you damn yellow-livered trash?
Lyle Gorch: [realizing the rest are backing Pike] Now, Pike, you know damn well...
Pike Bishop: [angered] I don't know a damn thing, except I either *lead* this bunch, or end it *right now*!
Sykes: Say, back there in Starbuck. How'd my boy do?
Pike Bishop: Your boy? Crazy Lee?
Sykes: Yeah, C.L., Clarence Lee, my daughter's boy. Not too bright, but a good boy.
Pike Bishop: [thinks back on Crazy Lee agreeing to remain behind while the rest escaped] Why didn't you tell me he was your grandson?
Sykes: Well, you had enough things on your mind; besides he had to pull his own weight just like the rest of us. I just wanted to make sure he didn't let you down: run when things got hot. Huh? Huh?
Pike Bishop: No, he did fine... just fine.
