Django, Be An Inglorious Basterd

The green leaves of summer, django, freedom are repeatedly sown in the shrimp. From Inglourious Basterds to Django to Kill Bill, Don't Be Bad, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, it's been a long time since I had such a strong, irrepressible desire to write something. This weekend, at the risk of a little bit of blindness and tinnitus, I finished four QT movies in one go. I planned to brush pulp novels and Reservoir Dogs again, but I was still filled with the shameful guilt of learning that was left in my heart. pressed back. Those two people from the Science Society spent all Saturdays and Sundays in the study room, and I fell to the ground in the dormitory to watch movies, but what does it matter>>? Let me shamelessly take Django as an example. What Comrade Django breaks is the chains, and what he gets is love and freedom; what I break is. . . . . What you get is fucking crazy and fun. Yes, now I know why so many people like Quentin, not so particular, don't expect any education from his movies, interesting! ! Enough fun! ! Think about watching movies, reading books and pictures, and get some life philosophy and life motto? It's understandable, but sometimes, just the word "interesting" is enough! What is fun? I secretly thought that the vulgar point was just one word: cool! If watching Lynch's films requires you to stay awake at all times, distinguish between reality and dreams (even if you stay 12 points awake, you will eventually be turned around by him); watching those European literary films requires you to brew enough emotions and slowly Slowly and slowly penetrate into the inner world of the characters, perhaps in order to help brew emotions, you have to grab a cup of coffee, choose a quiet time and a quiet place, and get out of this noisy world to imagine yourself walking in the rain in Paris or midnight. Barcelona (I have tried many times, and finally found that the realm is not up to the level); watching Quentin's films, there is no such thing as empty head (maybe I haven't watched it deeply enough).
Quentin's movies, Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs will be left aside, I'll be rewatching them soon. Inglourious Basterds, I must say, this is a movie that made me fall in love with the music from the opening credits. There's something to love and hate about Waltz's twitchy look, he's a natural performer, and I can't think of anyone else Colonel Rand could have done. As for Pete, he was full of stubbornness, and finally said the bitter expression when he said Italian, I love it! However, you are the villain Aldo. At this time, the most cheap and invincible Hansland can only hold his breath in his stomach. Finally, when I saw history being ruthlessly deconstructed by QT, I was flabbergasted, how did they kill Hitler? Damn, they just killed Hitler!
As for Django, I heard that Samuel Jackson was in it before, but at the end I wondered why I didn't see him. Baidu search the cast list, damn! The old butler turned out to be Samuel! How did this happen? Jules. . . sigh. . . My Schultz, Quentin, why did you let people die without saying goodbye? But looking back and thinking about it, the people in his movies seem to be blitzkrieg-style deaths, maybe you go to the toilet and come back to the protagonist and die! Poor Travolta. . . Ps: When it comes to the translation of the title, before watching the movie, I always felt that the translation into Django is not as fashionable as Diego, and after watching it, I just wanted to say to the person who translated into Diego: "Django, d--no sound
" Django and his wife smile at each other, and the mischievous colt celebrates with a dance:
"hey little troublemaker"
"hey big troublemaker" Django
, Django, go with your beautiful wife, don't come back, don't Back to this bloody and sinful land. Forget everything here except the one-time bounty hunter.
Django
Django, have you always been alone?
Django, have you never loved again?
Love will live on,
Life must go on,
For you cannot spend your life regretting.
You must face another day.
Django, now your love has gone away.
Once you loved her, now you've lost her
But you've lost her forever, Django.
When there are clouds in the skies, and they are grey.
You may be sad but remember that all will pass away.
After the showers, the sun will be shining.

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