Multi-line staggered, connected into one

Eriberto 2022-04-19 09:01:03

This movie reminds me of "Pulp Fiction", although not as dark and humorous as the latter, but in the connection of the plot, it is better.
A few unrelated people, a few seemingly unrelated things, a little bit of a string, the strength is very coincident, perfectly forming waves one after another, pushing the plot to the end. I don't know whether to call it a genius of creativity or the perfect setting of the screenwriter's painstaking efforts. Speaking of which, I seem to think of "The House of Weima" again, and the structural weaving ability of the two is amazing.
Really envious and jealous.

The story itself is tense: 500,000 in debt, which is a lot of money.
It is interesting, the atmosphere is relatively relaxed, the picture is clear, and the rhythm is fast.
All in all, this is the last movie that makes people able to watch in one breath.
I don't have enough brains to write more. That's it for now.

2015.8.4

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Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels quotes

  • Gary: So who's the gov'? Who we doing this for?

    Barry the Baptist: You're doing it for me, that's all you need to know. You know because you need to know.

    Gary: I see. One of them "on a need to know basis" things is it. Like one of them James Bond films.

    Barry the Baptist: Careful. Remember who's giving you this job.

  • Tom: Listen to this one then; you open a company called the Arse Tickler's Faggot Fan Club. You take an advert in the back page of some gay mag, advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos, sell it a bit with, er... I dunno, "does what no other dildo can do until now", latest and greatest in sexual technology. Guaranteed results or money back, all that bollocks. These dills cost twenty-five each; a snip for all the pleasure they are going to give the recipients. They send a cheque to the company name, nothing offensive, er, Bobbie's Bits or something, for twenty-five. You put these in the bank for two weeks and let them clear. Now this is the clever bit. Then you send back the cheques for twenty-five pounds from the real company name, Arse Tickler's Faggot Fan Club, saying sorry, we couldn't get the supply from America, they have sold out. Now you see how many of the people cash those cheques; not a single soul, because who wants his bank manager to know he tickles arses when he is not paying in cheques!

    Bacon: So how long do you have to wait for a return?

    Tom: Probably no more than four weeks.

    Bacon: Well what good is that if we need it in six... no, five days?

    Tom: Well it was still a good idea.