The film from St. A, one of Dustin Hoffman’s masterpieces, although in fact he can only be regarded as the second actor in it, a man who is dying and struggling to survive on the streets of Manhattan, living his own insignificant humble Day, until one day he ran into a Jon Voight who insisted on coming to New York to be a dancer.
In that bar, he saw the fancy cowboy in front of him, and then heard his purpose of coming to New York and what happened on the first day, so he wanted to cheat some money from this idiot-headed silly cowboy. He pretended to contact him with a dancer. The boss of the male group, and then charged him an agency fee of twenty dollars, but in fact, he was waiting in the room he said was a gay client...
This story should have been told from Jon Voight Yes, this man who washes dishes in Texas feels that he can make more easy money from Kota in New York by his own window. It’s just that when he came to New York City, he found that everything was not what he imagined. The women who shuttled on the street seemed to have no shortage of needs in this regard, and the middle-aged woman he finally found was still in tears. He took twenty dollars from his pocket.
Then he ran into Dustin Hoffman, and... he was driven out of the hotel penniless. Jon Voight wandered lonely on New York’s Metro Street. He didn’t know what to do. In the end he was driven out of the hotel. He was even willing to give a mouth X to a child who was a middle school student, but the other party was still a rascal homosexual, and in the end he still didn't give him a cent. Just when he was desperate, he suddenly found Dustin Hoffman who lied to him in a cafe, but Dustin Hoffman still had no money, but he was willing to take Jon in his residence.
The two men began a life of mutual dependence. Jon never succeeded in entering the circle of dancers. Both of them had no income. They cheated or stole food from the vegetable market. Winter was here, and they picked up the vegetable market and threw it away. The iced dishes go home and bake on the fire. All the windows were sealed with wood, they took everything they could be. Jon sold blood to buy medicine for Hoffman, and Hoffman stole for Jon to keep him cold. Got a coat.
Two people living in poverty, in a cold morning, received strange invitations from two strange people, a party. Jon said happily that they would invite me to the party. At that moment, Hoffman suddenly looked at him: Is there no me?
Two people went to the party. On the stairway leading to the party, Jon looked at Hoffman and said that you were all sweaty, and then wiped it off with an inner shirt, but Hoffman was powerless at this time He hugged Jon and said nothing. Jon gave Hoffman a comb, and Hoffman combed it silently, and then raised his head to ask Jon, what do I look like...
This is a strange party, all kinds of people, full of all kinds of music Video, someone is shooting all this, this is a performance art. And Jon found his first business here, and a woman asked him to go home with her. Hoffman endured inner colic and watched them leave, coughing and stumbled down the stairs. But he said, I'm fine, I can stand up by the armrest, and then motion to Jon to go with the woman.
That night, it snowed all night.
The first attempt by Jon and the woman was unsuccessful. The woman joked that he was gay. Jon suddenly noticed something, something has been silently rooted in his heart. In order to conceal all of this, he was madly cuddling with women. In fact, the crazier the more lonely.
In the morning, he left the woman and returned to his residence to buy medicine for Hoffman.
Hoffman said angrily, I might have ascended to heaven when you bought aspirin.
Both of them felt the typical jealous words.
Hoffman coughed and couldn't move his legs. He knew he was running out of time. He said he wanted to go home and return to Florida to return to Miami. Jon needs money, just money for the ticket, but he doesn't.
He killed a gay man and took his money.
The next day, the two people got on the long-distance bus. Along the way, Hoffman kept coughing and even had incontinence. Jon bought new clothes for him, and then chattered to him like a chatterbox that he would find a decent job in Miami in the future... In fact, what he wanted was two people to have a good life.
Only at this time, Hoffman leaned against the car window and died.
Jon looked at him sadly, only he looked at Hoffman sadly.
Then, the movie is over.
The sun is shining outside, and the world will not change because of the death of a little bastard.
Jon’s tearless eyes, that bizarre era, that world, those passionate or lowly American dreams, it’s just that this story has nothing to do with this world.
Shanghai is not important, Beijing is not important.
Zhang Ailing wrote to Hu Lancheng: Because I understand, I am compassionate.
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