看完了大结局，我只能用“四不像”三个字来形容这部电视剧。

看名称，让我以为仿上海滩的电视剧来了，但这并不妨碍我觉得它是雷同从而放弃它。实际上前面几集，一个底层的小混混凭着一张利嘴左右逢源，陈思成演的非常有现实感，就好像生活中说话那样，尤其是语气，别开生面。

洪三的崛起就是屌丝的逆袭，所以很让我们这些生活中不得志、不如意的屌丝们非常的羡慕，不过作为资深看客，洪三的崛起非

《侠肝义胆沈剑心》哇！哇！这个名字还真是……非常……其实当初我还被名字劝退过?? 但是入坑之后我还是真香了！沈剑心是新手村稻香村的保安，但是他有个要当个大侠的“梦” ，但是一年俩年三年……时间慢慢过去，沈剑心眼看离他的梦想越来越远了，他闷闷不乐，师傅问他是怎么回事，他告诉师傅他想当大侠，师傅告诉他当大侠的关键是要有一个好的情缘，所以他离开了新手村打算去江湖闯荡一番，故事由此开始，第一二集的画

看电影的时候开着弹幕，满屏都是说韩版的拍的比较棒，其实有的时候不得不承认我们不如别人，但有的时候不要太过贬低自己，个人感觉这部电影还是很搞笑的，有些人就是被先入为主了，全剧都是笑点，后面还有一些情怀很感动，就是觉得后面那个女儿有点过于无理取闹，爸爸真的有点懦弱，不过那个小孩演技真的很棒，也是很萌的了，还有那个苏茜老师真的好美，其实有的时候也对这个父亲挺同情的，情理之中也是，但算一部不错的轻喜

作者|陀螺凡达可

根据史蒂芬金中篇小说《尸体》改编的电影《伴我同行》是很多影迷心目中关于青春友谊和成长的经典之作，然而无论是原著还是电影，最打动我的并不不是青春友谊多么纯洁美好，而是史蒂芬金从少年视角来刻画成年人世界的罪

作者|陀螺凡达可

根据史蒂芬金中篇小说《尸体》改编的电影《伴我同行》是很多影迷心目中关于青春友谊和成长的经典之作，然而无论是原著还是电影，最打动我的并不不是青春友谊多么纯洁美好，而是史蒂芬金从少年视角来刻画成年人世界的罪恶。故事中男主角因为哥哥的去世被自私偏心的父母无视，而瑞凡菲尼克斯饰演的男孩因为家庭臭名昭著竟被老师诬陷偷窃，四个小孩长途跋涉要去一探究竟的“尸体”更像是隐喻来自成年年世界的残酷现实。

青春伤痛文学很容易易写成烂大街的狗血抓马，但是史蒂芬金的青春故事总是能抓住少年时期的单纯与现实世界的残酷之间的对抗角力，而今年上映的新版《小丑回魂》则非常完美的还原了史蒂芬金笔下的这种对抗。

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刚看完八角亭就顺着看了这部，看到第四集，觉得八角亭可真不错呢！八角亭节奏和风格确实不太适合悬疑，但是好歹人家演员演技都出彩且很有质感。

迷雾剧场长点心吧，好好拍，还有，远离流量。我们普通观众，剧场粉丝，不会因为一个流量没有演戏经验就原谅他演技差的。

悬疑剧不是偶

清洁工和霸道总裁的故事。清洁工敢对老板说，你得尊重我，你得保证我儿子安全吗？刚认识一两天啊，本来应该当做尾巴杀掉的人，估计因为长的漂亮，黑老二喜欢。片子里音乐很多，几乎没有对白时候都是靠音乐填充。帮着坏人做事。也帮着fbi偷情报，也不知最后发展到啥地步。故事的设定比较容易设计情节。孩子得了绝症，非法偷渡到美国，缺钱，每一方面都比较容易受人胁迫。自身是医生，能救死扶

『无间风暴』

海报给力，

剧情稀碎，

小春尬演，

女主林子晴不少角度基本照着张雨绮的路数……

作为内地网大，

请来一波香港演员配戏，

想来个《无间道》+《古惑仔》的合体，

结果既没港味又不接地气，

沦为一个四不像。

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『无间风暴』

海报给力，

剧情稀碎，

小春尬演，

女主林子晴不少角度基本照着张雨绮的路数……

作为内地网大，

请来一波香港演员配戏，

想来个《无间道》+《古惑仔》的合体，

结果既没港味又不接地气，

沦为一个四不像。

【3或4分】

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《法医秦明》这个IP可以说是很火的，尤其是第一部，真的让很多粉丝都带着滤镜来看后面的系列。

最近因为刚刚看完了重生之门，就想不浪费裤家的VIP，刚好这个上了，就看了，看了更新的四集，槽点太多了。

首先感情戏太多，而且又是很老套的偶像剧剧情的，比如女主进来男主在洗澡啊，比如男主受伤明明伤好了还装没好，比如女主一个人单独行动男主救了他，逃跑必崴脚，躲藏手机必响。而且男女主

一次意外的车祸，在景区出售手工小饰品的普通女孩儿方梓妍和知名珠宝企业家之子宫宇烨认识。为了成全宫宇烨的孝心，方梓妍答应冒充对方离家出走的新婚妻子。之后的相处，两人成为知己。在宫宇烨的帮助下，方梓妍积极进取，实现了她成为珠宝设计师的梦想；方梓妍则因为妹妹方梓萱阴错阳差闪婚嫁给宫宇烨最小的弟弟，开始接触和了解宫家，凭借自己的善良和热情，无形中帮助这个大家庭解决了很多内部的矛盾和问题，和宫宇烨之间

这部电影之前就看过预告，一直等着上映。但是看过之后给我的感觉真是一言难尽，动画和音乐都可以，就是剧情太拉跨。剧情很多地方于情于理都说不过去。

第一，这个电影总体上是想表达孙悟空本来觉得自己是作恶的妖，在这个果子的感化下有了温暖的心。但是他们总共认识不过三天吧，唐三藏这么多年都没有感化孙悟空，这个果子三天就做到了？而且我也没

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood, a twisted

mind, a precarious

upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I

leered at the

sun.

I trusted no man and

especially no

woman.

I was living a hell in

small rooms, I broke

things, smashed things,

walked through glass,

cursed.

I challenged everything,

was continually being

evicted, jailed, in and

out of fights, in and out

of my mind.

women were something

to screw and rail

at, I had no male

friends,

I changed jobs and

cities, I hated holidays,

babies, history,

newspapers, museums,

grandmothers,

marriage, movies,

spiders, garbagemen,

english accents,spain,

france,italy,walnuts and

the color

orange.

algebra angred me,

opera sickened me,

charlie chaplin was a

fake

and flowers were for

pansies.

peace and happiness to me

were signs of

inferiority,

tenants of the weak

and

addled

mind.

but as I went on with

my alley fights,

my suicidal years,

my passage through

any number of

women-it gradually

began to occur to

me

that I wasn't different

from the

others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome

with hatred,

glossed over with petty

grievances,

the men I fought in

alleys had hearts of stone.

everybody was nudging,

inching, cheating for

some insignificant

advantage,

the lie was the

weapon and the

plot was

empty,

darkness was the

dictator.

cautiously, I allowed

myself to feel good

at times.

I found moments of

peace in cheap

rooms

just staring at the

knobs of some

dresser

or listening to the

rain in the

dark.

the less I needed

the better I

felt.

maybe the other life had worn me

down.

I no longer found

glamour

in topping somebody

in conversation.

or in mounting the

body of some poor

drunken female

whose life had

slipped away into

sorrow.

I could never accept

life as it was,

i could never gobble

down all its

poisons

but there were parts,

tenuous magic parts

open for the

asking.

I re formulated

I don't know when,

date, time, all

that

but the change

occurred.

something in me

relaxed, smoothed

out.

i no longer had to

prove that I was a

man,

I didn't have to prove

anything.

I began to see things:

coffee cups lined up

behind a counter in a

cafe.

or a dog walking along

a sidewalk.

or the way the mouse

on my dresser top

stopped there

with its body,

its ears,

its nose,

it was fixed,

a bit of life

caught within itself

and its eyes looked

at me

and they were

beautiful.

then- it was

gone.

I began to feel good,

I began to feel good

in the worst situations

and there were plenty

of those.

like say, the boss

behind his desk,

he is going to have

to fire me.

I've missed too many

days.

he is dressed in a

suit, necktie, glasses,

he says, 'I am going

to have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tell

him.

He must do what he

must do, he has a

wife, a house, children,

expenses, most probably

a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him

he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing

sunshine.

the whole day is

mine

temporarily,

anyhow.

(the whole world is at the

throat of the world,

everybody feels angry,

short-changed, cheated,

everybody is despondent,

disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of

peace, tattered shards of

happiness.

I embraced that stuff

like the hottest number,

like high heels, breasts,

singing,the

works.

(don't get me wrong,

there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism

that overlooks all

basic problems just for

the sake of

itself-

this is a shield and a

sickness.)

The knife got near my

throat again,

I almost turned on the

gas

again

but when the good

moments arrived

again

I didn't fight them off

like an alley

adversary.

I let them take me,

I luxuriated in them,

I made them welcome

home.

I even looked into

the mirror

once having thought

myself to be

ugly,

I now liked what

I saw, almost

handsome, yes,

a bit ripped and

ragged,

scares, lumps,

odd turns,

but all in all,

not too bad,

almost handsome,

better at least than

some of those movie

star faces

like the cheeks of

a baby's

butt.

and finally I discovered

real feelings of

others,

unheralded,

like lately,

like this morning,

as I was leaving,

for the track,

i saw my wife in bed,

just the

shape of

her head there

(not forgetting

centuries of the living

and the dead and

the dying,

the pyramids,

Mozart dead

but his music still

there in the

room, weeds growing,

the earth turning,

the tote board waiting for

me)

I saw the shape of my

wife's head,

she so still,

I ached for her life,

just being there

under the

covers.

I kissed her in the

forehead,

got down the stairway,

got outside,

got into my marvelous

car,

fixed the seatbelt,

backed out the

drive.

feeling warm to

the fingertips,

down to my

foot on the gas

pedal,

I entered the world

once

more,

drove down the

hill

past the houses

full and empty

of

people,

I saw the mailman,

honked,

he waved

back

at me.