琴键是她的肢体琴声是她的语言钢琴是她的情与欲一个男人想控制她一个男人想了解她她把琴沉入深海握住了现世温暖 At night I think of my piano in ocean grave, and sometimes myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent, I just want to sleep. There is a silence where no sound will be in a cold grave under a deep deep sea.
长节奏也不够快多年过去更好的劫案与枪战戏太多所以我最爱的部分其实是那场两大影帝隔桌相对的语言交锋——“I don't know how to do anything else.” “Neither do I.” “I don't want to either.” “Neither do I.”其实他们很像大概伟大的对手从来如此能从对方眼中看到自己的影子
不是所有的麻雀都可以变成凤凰这是“奴隶情人”“合约情人”之类的鼻祖么片尾的台词好励志啊:“This is Hollywood, the land of dreams. Some dreams come true, some don't. But keep on dreamin'.This is Hollywood. Always time to dream, so keep on dreamin'. ”