Although this story is sensational and successful, it caused the girls' dormitory to cry and howl, but—ree! Do you dare to look back at your shoulder so suddenly, and see a pair of eyes that have been waiting for you to look back for a long time?
In fact, it is not a blessing to have a Taylor in the soul. God knows I'm falling in love with Pitt's ruffian look. Wearing a chestnut red jacket like an American Idol dance star, with chemicals like jelly mousse on your head to make an embarrassing "fashionable" style, I don't care, I'm walking wobbly in a spacewalk, twisting my hips and turning my head back Gives you an American-flavored bling bling from above your sunglasses.
Ah, the sexiest man in the world is chaotically obsessed with the world's sexiest man and doesn't need a cultivation process at all. It seems that every scene of Pitt's flashes satisfies a woman's sexual fantasies. He jumps in front of copiers, psychiatrists, billboards, and even behind him, wearing a mink coat like a porn star with a flat head. . Sometimes it's really hard to imagine who else but Brad Pitt can interpret Taylor, the sonorous, sexy, intelligent and strategized character. When drinking, chatting, playing billiards, and playing with the men around him, he thoughtfully and casually told you: I want to face the most. The fighting character is Gandhi, maybe the belief is different. What I advocate is nothingness and violence. After watching "Inglourious Basterds" ("Inglourious Basterds") many years later, Pitt is definitely not as young as he used to be, but I love him even more in 1999 for his unworldly and well-versed ridicule appearance. We're all getting old quietly, someone struggles so hard, and he's a short, deep movie.
Every time I watch FC again, my face is red and my ears are red, and I constantly feel how there is no such a man around me. When you are exhausted and restless because of work trivial matters, love and warfare, family disputes, and mortgage payment, you suddenly look back at the stranger sitting next to you on the plane. People give you a sly smile, tell you that soap can also make bombs, and maybe even say that bitches actually menstruate. Even if this person is drunk and demolishes your platform to become a Tucao king and says that you are looking for me to find my place, he still hesitates. Maybe it's ferocious and vulgar like a beast, and you have to hit me violently, hammer me, ravage me, humiliate me, lustful and dishonest, OOXX, first-class kung fu, no fixed sense of responsibility, and leave the back of your hand with the most fiery chemical burns. A hideous lip print.
But anyway, thank God, he blew up my house.
This is undoubtedly a kind of romantic and sad confusion. We once rode bicycles on the winding mountain road, as if we were teenagers and had not been imprisoned by the world. When I traveled to Beijing for the first time from a remote county town when I was young, I couldn’t stop seeing the swatch watch in Wangfujing, because I didn’t have the courage to ask my parents for a share of the embarrassing hesitation and grievance. , Fu Wan Watch" still makes me laugh right now. I was standing on the seesaw of the age that started with the word, and my focus gradually became unstable and slipped towards my twenty-three-five-eighteen-year-old. I saw all kinds of negative reports, lamenting the policy of Yaxie, and yearning for a fuller material life.
I kept suspecting that I had lost the poetic and could never meet another me in the world and live the life I wanted.
Oh, oh, oh, I need you. What kind of call should be to summon such a ferocious animal from the body.
What kind of body is it supposed to be able to stably hide this Taylor-like monster in his body for 30 years.
Since FC, I have completely fallen in love with Edward Norton, a Leo man who enjoys the same reputation as a performance genius like Dustin Hoffman. How many erotic women should be conquered by his gentle and shy smile. Edward is very shy and when he laughs, he is very smart, innocent and clear, and he looks at the people around him dully, you would think that he really saw a more depressed and melancholy distance. He was disheveled and disheveled, his tie hung very sexy and sloppy around his neck, and he was wearing big boxer briefs showing the thin man's legs, and his briefcase and suit made him even more abject when he was hiding in the phone booth for help. "There's a whole generation of petrol workers, waiters, or white-collar slaves, ads tempting us to chase cars and fashion, so we work hard, useless shit, we're a generation forgotten by history, with no purpose, no status, No world wars, no Great Depression."
Or shouting the above words to your invincible boss would be very enjoyable, I hate this kind of animal-like endless work. Here I have to say that Edward's masochistic fights with imaginary enemies are really exciting, and the shots and post-production are quite seamless. Jack's guilt-free and deeply infatuated expression as he walks through the various clubs of mutual aid has become the most exciting beginning of FC. He was running in such a hurry, enjoying the misfortune of wandering and rejoicing - not basing his happiness on the pain of others, I don't actually have it, I am the same weeping, I am crying, and I am just as miserable and helpless. I'm probably guilty because I slept better at night than you - I really don't have to wonder why I don't satisfy that poor woman on stage moaning "I have porn" at night?
The establishment of FC is finally a matter of course. It never needs to be established and developed. It has always stood quietly and quietly. It has always just waited to be discovered, united and blended.
If I could, I would actually count Marla Singer as that third "me". Helena was indeed the woman Tim was looking for, her face was pale and disheveled with deep rims under her eyes, but she couldn't hide the aristocratic temperament of the English Rose. A dry woman with disheveled hair and deep eye sockets, a serious smoker addiction, who does not follow the rules and pursues a life without a set pattern. It seems that the enjoyment of life is nothing more than a painful runny nose and a climax of a lover who may be a lover. Who and what is she. Maybe it's a poor girl, maybe a roadside lady, maybe a columnist in an erotic magazine, or maybe a singer or a model who is addicted to smoking. No matter who it is or where it comes from, Jack sees her in the same way and finds solace in each other, and immediately sums her up as his own. ——That kind of subconscious acquiescence and even approbation made the protagonist violently uneasy and even disgusted.
This complex of emotions makes both Jack and Taylor so addicted to Marla, making the heroine both love and hate - people will always hurt the people he loves, and people will fall in love with the people he hurts. You met me at a very strange time in my life. In any case, in the end, I took your hand firmly, and we watched the world - whether it was collapsed or reconstructed.
In fact, the other me in the world is in FC, but I never knew it. After all, "One of the rules of fight club, you can't talk about fight club; the second rule of fight club, you can't talk about fight club".
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