William lay down when he was dying. On the boat, I took out the tobacco snatched from the priest from my clothes belt and told the Indians who accompanied him for several days that nobody I do not smoke. The Indians smiled at him, said goodbye, and took his The corpse was pushed to the sea.
The name William Blake played by Johnny Depp has always been expressionless, unhappy or sad, no friends and no love, but when the blood was bleeding, he lay on the boat and sighed in the direction he had killed someone. In my tone, all the turbulence broke apart, and it broke out in this mosquito inaudible sigh.
This is an alternative road movie, about a few murderous killers chasing and killing an unarmed little accountant, with a paragraph in the middle. The fat boy fucks the Indian girl. After reading it, I don’t know which group of people won. The most intuitive ending is that they are all dead.
Jim Jarmusch is a guy who loves music. The loose music he chose is like being pierced by a syringe. It is the same in the picture, with the black and white minor tone, telling people that life is a pile of fragments, when God will let your soul go to hell, do whatever he wants.
God will let the expressionless people go to hell.
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