作为一个吃饭的时候看的无脑剧，男女主演技胜过大部分小花小鲜肉加上剧情还有点三方卧底的内容，还看得下去。就当架空历史看，不考虑什么民族英雄啊史实逻辑啥的，忽略掉一些狗血脑残的小细节，本来想打个三星……看到76集的时候（看了这么多不能说我无脑黑了吧），真的是忍不住了。女主因机缘巧合之下跑到妓院，选花魁。是的，她作为候选人之一。男主就在下面看着心爱的女人『得意的』参选竞选，这可是皇上啊！我没用“搔

second times.喜欢影片的结尾。看了评论区一些问题和解答。1. 确实，如果女孩不反抗，也许会避免悲剧，但这有悖于前面“学习格斗、热爱运动、刚成年要上大学”的人设。2. 在医生和死神的角色中转换，看心理医生，晚上失眠，杀人时的痛快等等，仅仅是为了复仇，还是已经人格分裂？当杀死最后一个罪犯后，回归正常人的生活，开开心心送女儿去上学，路遇小孩盗窃，习惯性用手指比出开枪动作，不知道要相信他

挺好的片子，我也推荐一下。本来就打算看的，还中了搜狐视频影展的观影票，以至于短短几天，我已经达成三刷成就。

观影体验：

看三遍不费劲儿，细节很丰富，丰富到不像是演出来的，倒像是某个时空真实发生的事情的节选。比如小文醒来的那个早晨，入境了一个脑袋的外卖员，他在这出现，竟然只是在这儿出现，

连看两部不同团队的作品真的很跳脱。。风格完全不同，第一部复古华丽处处透着高贵，许愿也是男主光环机灵十足技能满点；这部明显质朴许多，许愿也是下了神坛到处惹祸?? 黄烟烟从名门大小姐一下变成一北京大妞还能进了局子，比第一部真实了很多啊。唯一没变的就是药不然贼别扭的“哥们儿”，咋听咋别扭，还传承下来了- -

就是这剧情有点太儿戏。素姐扯个清明上河图野史的故事许愿居然就信了，虽说确实有

《从前有座灵剑山》超好看超搞笑哈哈哈，一本正经的仙侠剧看腻了，这个很清奇很沙雕，耳目一新的感觉！其实喜剧是最挑战演技的，许凯把王陆演绎得非常好，颜值演技都绝了！有人吐槽女主显老，我倒不觉得，女主属于耐看型高级脸，而且人设本身就比王陆大啊，演技也非常赞啊！另外海云帆、风铃、琉璃仙、闻宝也非常可爱呢。总之是一部非常欢乐的轻松解压剧，大家不妨去爱奇艺、腾讯一睹为快哦！

#2021观星爷作品 No.5#

真的很喜欢这部影片! 枪战系列中属好看的~

有情有血有肉有胆量的探长, 这份侠义就是地域保卫者的真正化身. 喜欢他家的装备！

周星星同学不必刻意搞笑, 就冲着这份青头的稚嫩, 滑头, 和善良, 有长兄似地的人

前期，中期看着还凑合，但是依旧没有跳出魔改的套路，虽然没有前些年那些过于扯犊子的抗日剧那么扯犊子，各种地方还是充斥着那个年代没有的说话方式和衣服，包括地摊货围巾，淘宝298包邮人造革皮夹克。大部分台词生硬，比如从来不把小分队的人叫做“人”，一直叫“战士”，听着灰常别扭，但这是编剧的问题，不能怪演员。正面人物设定过于完美无暇，磨灭了角色性格，而大部分反面角色则演技在线，尤其是座山雕演的比较有深

十三代表了不祥，黑猫带来噩运，然而所有的不幸都是人本身欲望的产物，无一例外（哪怕是人型抱枕）。

《分身剪刀》事实上讲的是屠龙者终成龙的故事，这是被压迫者对压迫者的反抗，可惜自己取而代之后又变成压迫者的故事。所以讨论剪钱还是剪金子就真的无意义。

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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.