Last year’s acid review, shake it out and let it dry
. Actually, there is not such a bookstore in the world: one near a certain city square in London, the name is not stale, with alcoholism, grumpy, and always wearing a Robert Smith chicken coop. , The old smoker shop owner who has not been rushing customers and closing before 3 pm, has never been aware of the service attitude, hangs up a "closed" brand every day, but always has no worries about no business...Black Books. If I find another bookstore similar to this bookstore anywhere in the world, I will really rush to visit it overnight.
This bookstore overthrew my longing for a romantic and warm bookstore at the first time, and almost gave me the idea: If you really want to open a bookstore in the future, just refer to Black Books. If the reality is really like this, the cheaper and the worse The more lovely it is. In addition to the decadent post-punk shop owner Bernard who pays homage to this mania, I believe that the neighbor of this shop, Fran, who is almost based on PJ Harvey or Justin Frischman, can definitely bring something to this bastard life besides fun. Necessities such as breaking the bank of alcohol, countless fine cigarettes, and black humor "almost from the ears"; not to mention the bookstore clerk Manny who quit from an accounting company.
Black Books comes from such a great and genius script, which strips off the glamorous social skin without any leeway, and seriously gives people a very comfortable and unscrupulous antagonistic pleasure. As the owner of the bookstore, Bernard can't wait for all the customers to die, because it is so troublesome to enter the new book; Fran, who runs the boutique, enters the bookstore with panda eyes, a bottle of wine, or a cigarette; he looks crazy like Jesus' Manny is also quick-witted. It's not without a reason. Without that small "quiet book" that can be swallowed by mistake, all the stories that happened in the future may be gone; the small room in the bookstore is so dirty that you can see jam toast on the ceiling when you look up. I even wore white gloves and waved my fingers in the air. The most terrible thing was the cleaner who appeared in the third episode of season 1. He was just teasing the Kraftwerk band... this set of rock is not good enough. The British comedy is simply the conspiracy of the screenwriter and the protagonist Dylan Moran. I can’t wait to make the world’s low-laughter, mediocre and cynical little people laugh at Jiuquan, just like pulling down the toilet handle, and the world is emptied suddenly. half.
Friends have seen too many American silly jokes. Mr. Bean may be the British humor hero in his mind for a long time. It was not until he experienced the sloppy funny tricks in Black Books that he found that the real life is almost the same. The British black jokes are finally Can be less innocent than Mr. Bean, and continue to subvert the so-called good life once and completely. No one here looks like a normal knowledgeable intellectual, although this is a story about a bookstore, taking place in an old capitalist country where Shakespear was born. What is superiority, what is identity and knowledge, everything is just nonsense, the essence of life is actually like this, the social comment enthusiast who knows the most nonsense puts down the book and removes the mask is an unscrupulous middle-aged person; People with countless ringing in their mobile phones actually need a fixed phone even more-you can grab a pair of scissors and cut the phone line "click"; those who are interested in talking with you about Jesus Christ actually think you are about this Know nothing,...Hey, don't pretend, this is not a noble age, don't think that no one knows you are bald if you wear a hat.
Watched the first episode of season 1 again. It can't be supported anymore. When I saw Bernard's bookkeeping and he was mad, I wish I had a bite of rice in his mouth, so I could smile smoothly.
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