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Arch 2022-04-20 09:01:31

The movie is really good. Most of the black comedies and a small amount of ordinary comedy elements. It is one of the few movies I have seen that is advertised as a comedy and is relatively funny.
The name of the movie is "Seven Neuropathies" , the seven neuroses in the movie, or the creators of behaviors that ordinary people don't understand. But the first neurosis and the last one are the same person, so it should be counted as six neuroses, but I always say it's eight. Counting one, the director who can expel this kind of movie probably won’t go anywhere in his brain... So there will be seven neuroses, the last one? Actually, you and I know it well, but I have never said or directly acted as you and me. What I want to do.
When I watch this movie, no matter what kind of neurosis it is, I always feel that the person on the other end of the screen will more or less have their own shadow or be more in line with their three views, which is the kind of understanding .In fact, before I watched this movie, I felt that I was not normal...(laughs), just like you who watched this movie, if you are not interested in this movie, then you will not watch it, so, when When you decided to watch this movie, I knew that you were the last answer to the question I was talking about, just like me.
You are not alone. You are not like me in this regard.

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Seven Psychopaths quotes

  • Billy: Is that a guinea pig? It's a gerbil, isn't it? That's enormous. Hey, Marty, we just seen some kind of giant gerbil.

    [Marty punches Billy]

    Billy: Marty, you alcoholic fucking bastard.

    Hans: Yeah, you might wanna stop drinking, Martin, if this is the way you're gonna behave.

    Marty: If this is the way I'm gonna... This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come down and psycho-kill us. And this guy's doubting a lifelong belief in the afterlife because of a psychedelic cactus he just ate. And you motherfuckers are telling me to behave?

    Billy: Whoa. Whoa. Time out. What's all this about doubting a lifelong belief in the afterlife because of a psychedelic cactus you just ate? Hans, what the heck?

    Hans: I met Myra. On the ridge. She had some things to say.

    Billy: About the afterlife being non-existent or something?

    Hans: That was the gist.

    Billy: No, no, it might have sounded like Myra. But you know why? Now don't get mad, but you know I can do Myra's voice pretty good. Yeah, I snuck up there a little while ago and I pretended to be her. I started saying all kinds of crazy stuff.

    Hans: Hmm? But what specifically did you say? About the place you were in? The place Myra was in. Huh? How did you describe it, specifically?

    Billy: You mean specifically?

    Hans: Yeah.

    Billy: I just kind of said it was all kind of... I just kind of said it was all kind of gray and shit.

    Hans: No.

  • Hans: My wife is sitting on a chair someplace. Some gray place. I thought she'd be in Heaven, but she's sitting on a chair with a bullet in her head. I thought they'd have cleaned that kind of stuff up.

    Marty: Maybe you've just eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, Hans.

    Hans: Nothing to do with the hallucinogens.

    Marty: But you've just seen Myra on a chair with a bullet through her head.

    Hans: In some gray place.

    Marty: England?

    Hans: It seemed a lot worse than that.

    Marty: Wow.