充(ku)实(bi)的2019年马上就要过去,如果说在即将到来的2020年有什么注意事项的话,防渣男这一项必须划上重点记号!
怎么讲?渣男,一种极其危险的生物,其套路防不胜防,最近传统渣男中又出了一种“败类”——pua男,他们不动感情,只玩感情,用情感操纵术编织一个又一个爱情骗局,上当的人轻则被骗财骗色,重则连命都没了,这让小巴也咬牙切齿!
现实中的
充(ku)实(bi)的2019年马上就要过去,如果说在即将到来的2020年有什么注意事项的话,防渣男这一项必须划上重点记号!
怎么讲?渣男,一种极其危险的生物,其套路防不胜防,最近传统渣男中又出了一种“败类”——pua男,他们不动感情,只玩感情,用情感操纵术编织一个又一个爱情骗局,上当的人轻则被骗财骗色,重则连命都没了,这让小巴也咬牙切齿!
现实中的有这样的变态渣男,电影中也就必然有骗财骗色玩弄感情的渣男,当然电影中他的段位,又要高很多,因为他是专业的爱情欺诈师。
《行骗天下:浪漫篇》
觉得烂。
不玩梗了,咱们言归正传。
开篇小女孩见鬼,原来是噩梦,原来噩梦并不是噩梦——是真的见鬼了,原来这一切都是他爹的噩梦,原来不是他爹的噩梦——是见鬼,原来不是见鬼,还是噩梦!
觉得烂。
不玩梗了,咱们言归正传。
开篇小女孩见鬼,原来是噩梦,原来噩梦并不是噩梦——是真的见鬼了,原来这一切都是他爹的噩梦,原来不是他爹的噩梦——是见鬼,原来不是见鬼,还是噩梦!
时光易逝,容颜已老,我们也不能再回到从前那无忧无虑的时候了。看到结尾一首鬼新娘把人逼哭了。从小看着英叔星爷的影片长大的,感触颇深。往事一幕幕,化作过往云烟,只能回忆,本来挺伤感的??结果一看140个字不到不能提交伤森呜呜英叔干巴爹呜呜呜呜呜呜干巴爹呜呜呜五呜呜呜呜呜呜呜加油啊呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜orz努力学习赚钱干巴爹
时光易逝,容颜已老,我们也不能再回到从前那无忧无虑的时候了。看到结尾一首鬼新娘把人逼哭了。从小看着英叔星爷的影片长大的,感触颇深。往事一幕幕,化作过往云烟,只能回忆,本来挺伤感的??结果一看140个字不到不能提交伤森呜呜英叔干巴爹呜呜呜呜呜呜干巴爹呜呜呜五呜呜呜呜呜呜呜加油啊呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜orz努力学习赚钱干巴爹
警察故事4观影感悟:1,开头质感一般。2,成龙的电影还是有一种国际化的视野,想象力丰富。3,雪中戏今天看来依然是上层水平,难得。4,香港版007,在当时应该是部伟大的动作片。5,动作戏惊心动魄6,男人还是应该努力具备适应各种环境的能力。7,对于男人来说,不能只会赢,学会输,学会吃亏也很重要。8,经典动作片,某些方面已经过时,但是在某些方面,亦是绝唱。9,动作设计太精巧了。
警察故事4观影感悟:1,开头质感一般。2,成龙的电影还是有一种国际化的视野,想象力丰富。3,雪中戏今天看来依然是上层水平,难得。4,香港版007,在当时应该是部伟大的动作片。5,动作戏惊心动魄6,男人还是应该努力具备适应各种环境的能力。7,对于男人来说,不能只会赢,学会输,学会吃亏也很重要。8,经典动作片,某些方面已经过时,但是在某些方面,亦是绝唱。9,动作设计太精巧了。
其实这部剧评分,5星和1星的焦点都在主演杨超越身上。5星大概率都是主演粉丝投的,1星估计都是看不惯杨超越,没看剧就来打分的。说句实在话,剧本身算是不错的,有优点有瑕疵,这种搞笑修仙风格挺有意思的。但杨超越的演技说实话没到拉跨这部剧被打1星的程度,跟她同类型的爱豆转型演员的群体来讲,她的表现算中上了,但是跟那些出名的演员或者老戏骨比较,那我估计没几个年轻人能站住了。总之,评分是针对整部剧,还是
其实这部剧评分,5星和1星的焦点都在主演杨超越身上。5星大概率都是主演粉丝投的,1星估计都是看不惯杨超越,没看剧就来打分的。说句实在话,剧本身算是不错的,有优点有瑕疵,这种搞笑修仙风格挺有意思的。但杨超越的演技说实话没到拉跨这部剧被打1星的程度,跟她同类型的爱豆转型演员的群体来讲,她的表现算中上了,但是跟那些出名的演员或者老戏骨比较,那我估计没几个年轻人能站住了。总之,评分是针对整部剧,还是希望大家理智而为,不要为了一己私心,毁了整个剧组的努力,毕竟这部剧真的还可以。
本期主题 觉醒
关键词:大脑 神经元
增长的知识:“要想在地球上模拟太空漫步 就只能在水池里进行”
观后感:真没想到 宇航员模拟太空漫步的方法 居然是水下行走 要遨游太空 从在水下游走开始
增长的知识:“人类的大脑将我们和地球的一切生物区分开来 尽管它看上去就像一团果冻 但却是宇宙中最复杂的物质”
观后感:个人觉得人脑看上去还有点
本期主题 觉醒
关键词:大脑 神经元
增长的知识:“要想在地球上模拟太空漫步 就只能在水池里进行”
观后感:真没想到 宇航员模拟太空漫步的方法 居然是水下行走 要遨游太空 从在水下游走开始
增长的知识:“人类的大脑将我们和地球的一切生物区分开来 尽管它看上去就像一团果冻 但却是宇宙中最复杂的物质”
观后感:个人觉得人脑看上去还有点像核桃仁的
增长的知识:“大脑内部有100万亿条神经通路 组成了一个庞大网络
这些神经通路的数量 比银河中的星星还多 它们承载着我们的记忆 我们的感受 我们的梦想 而这一切都依赖于那些极小的能发射电信号的脑细胞 它们的数量有860亿个 我们称之为神经元”
观后感:感觉人脑的神经元 好比电脑的网线 用电信号激活互动互联 人脑这个超级庞大的神经元“网络” 保持“联网”正常运行需要860亿个神经元 发射电信号的神经元组成的“电网”
增长的知识:“在这个地球上绝大部分生物都没有大脑 但它们也充分掌握了生存技能 特别是地球上那些最古老的生物
有一群没有大脑的古老生物 它们已经在这个地球上生活了数亿年 在太空中也能观察到它的生命迹象
宇航员在空间站向下大约1600千米的地方 发现了一个秩序井然的珊瑚之城 那景象熠熠生辉
它们色彩斑斓 很难想象这些没有大脑甚至无法移动的珊瑚群 可以焕发出如此磅礴的生命力”
观后感:在太空中也能观察到珊瑚群啊!
增长的知识:“小海鞘和人类有共同点 那就是神经元 它体内也有神经元 只是并不多 大约只有200个
它的神经元可以发挥一些简单的作用 比如探测光源 扭动尾巴 一旦当它找到合适寄居的岩石 海鞘就会彻底结束自己漂泊的生活 在这块岩石永久定居
所以会吃掉自己的尾巴并且吃掉那些指挥自己的神经元 最后它会成长成为一只大海鞘 完美演绎出用尽废退的含义”
观后感:哈哈……没想到还有小海鞘这样的生物 它还真是实用主义者 没用了不是排出体外是自己吃掉 甚至连自己已成废物的“脑子”都吃 从而达到全部自我消化
增长的知识:“这样的神经元来到我们大脑中 居然能够帮助我们制造出太空飞船 城市 音乐”
观后感:人脑神经元组成神经网络 创造的奇迹啊!
增长的知识:“摇动尾巴游一两米只需要动用几个神经元 但更有难度的行为 就需要用到大量神经元
我们能听见声音 并不是只靠耳朵 还得靠大脑 所有的感官都是如此 是感官将外部世界与控制行为的大脑相连
我们的感官通过几百代的进化 克服了种种艰难险阻 才适应了这个世界
眼睛可以传递关于周围环境的大量数据 这些数据需要一个庞大的处理器 也就是要拥有比海鞘更大的大脑”
观后感:就好比越高级的机器 芯片电路越复杂 维持它运转需要更高的电压 更大容量的电池 必然要指挥调用更多资源 共同运转才能做出更高的效果
增长的知识:“地球上的生物进化出了一系列感官 每种感官都必须能精准判断 瞬息万变的地球环境
地球塑造了人类的感观 这种塑造让你习以为常 无法察觉 除非离开地球
身处太空会发现人的内耳无法分辨上下 只能依靠眼睛辨别方向”
观后感:这让我想起 一个视力健全的人 走进一间黑暗的屋子 体验盲人的生活 就半小时走出黑屋后 很多人深深体会到了拥有一双健康眼睛重要性
人体的每一部分对我们来说都是有用的 缺一不可 因此我们应该倍加珍惜
增长的知识:“原始生物在感官进化后就获得了前所未有的与地球互动的能力
这样的互动种类繁多 非常生动
猕猴为了生存用岩石作为工具 给牡蛎剥壳 通常猕猴是不吃牡蛎的 但当海平面极速上升 将它们困在岛上 食物匮乏的情况下 就需要开发新觅食途径了 并不是它们与生俱来的能力
能想出这种方法的大脑一定是结构复杂的 不仅需要联动感观和反应 还需要学习适应和解决问题的能力”
观后感:生物的生存本能 使其有了对环境的适应性 随之而来的是对生存环境兼容性 为了生存下去 形成了学习能力 万物改善进化就这样慢慢地发展开来
增长的知识:“根据人类目前的认知 地球是唯一一个满足燃烧条件的星球”
观后感:新知识
增长的知识:“火带给了人类最重要的希望 人类烹煮食物 并不是仅仅满足味蕾的需要
人类的大脑需要非常多的能量 人体摄入的一大部分能量 都是用来维持大脑的运转
依靠烹煮破坏了食物的细胞壁 进而释放出大量的能量和营养物质 从而大脑能量的需求
理论上烹饪可以使我们获取更多能量 延长大脑在其他方面运转的时间”
观后感:人的一切智慧都源于大脑 “起心动念”,准确的说是“起脑动念”
要确保它的运转 必须提供大量能量
哈哈……突然让我想到 是不是肚子饿也可以说“脑子饿”呢?!
怪不得肚子饿也或多或少会影响思考
增长的知识:“从喜马拉雅山附近的类似海洋动物的化石可以推断 这片高山曾是海底 只是后来被一股巨大的力量才推到了空中
在宇宙轨道上绕行 一转到喜马拉雅山脉上方 可以看到次大陆与亚洲大陆相撞的地方 喜马拉雅山就是这样被拱起来的”
观后感:惊讶!原来喜马拉雅山是从海底推上来的!新知识!
增长的知识:“说话需要耗费大量的脑力 中文的表达利用到了大脑中控制音乐的区域 所以能赋予不同声调 不同的含义 这对大脑处理信息的能力要求很高”
观后感:新知识!对纪录片中表达中文声调特点 深有同感 汉字读音仅仅是一个声调不同 表达的意思完全不同
让我联想到以中文声调为重要基础的汉语古诗押韵格律 焕发出了多少韵味十足 精彩绝伦的诗篇啊!
增长的知识:“我们能说话一部分原因是人类的大脑足够大 但也可能有另一个原因 那就是它与一只微小物质有关 一种叫FOXP2的基因 即叉头框P2基因 是控制语言能力发展的基因 只有人类才有这种基因 没有它 人类就不会说话
这个基因让我们更精准的控制口腔和舌部肌肉 从而发出更复杂的声音 它让我们能用语言表达自己的想法”
观后感:新知识!感谢这个我们拥有的独一无二的基因!
增长的知识:“我们用灵活而强大的大脑学习新知识 适应变化 解决问题 它赋予我们语言能力 让我们可以分享经验 让我们发明文字 通过写作突破时间限制 将知识代代相传 这一切极大推动了人类文明的发展
无数智慧的头脑跨越了时间与空间 共同编织出人类文明的画卷 创造出了一件又一件巧夺天工的发明”
观后感:我们的大脑 使我们与众不同 可以说人类大脑是地球上 最强的“系统” 我们用它思考发明创造 建筑起人类文明 发展科技 探索开拓宇宙星辰
这颗星球被人类的大脑智慧点亮着
林动真丑,还一直开挂,开到傻了?上一秒刚拿到魔猿功法,需要龙猿的精血修炼,下一秒就出现只龙猿大叫,幼稚的剧情,笑死人了。对手还都是正好只比林动高一个等级,然后让林动开挂越级打败,每次出现法宝都能直接联想到林动要开挂了,中间再来个女角色投怀送抱,都是一个套路。幼稚,开挂,开到剧情傻逼了。
林动真丑,还一直开挂,开到傻了?上一秒刚拿到魔猿功法,需要龙猿的精血修炼,下一秒就出现只龙猿大叫,幼稚的剧情,笑死人了。对手还都是正好只比林动高一个等级,然后让林动开挂越级打败,每次出现法宝都能直接联想到林动要开挂了,中间再来个女角色投怀送抱,都是一个套路。幼稚,开挂,开到剧情傻逼了。
So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one. Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.” But when this girl at the Jack in the Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? [inhales] And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro. [people murmuring] [clears throat] Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the… [clears throat] All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, BoJack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let’s go. Hey, piano man, can I get a, like an organ flourish? [organ plays] Nicely done. You know, I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the right accompaniment today. I guess it’s a good thing my mom was an organ donor! [rimshot plays] What happened to the organ? [horn ‘oogahs’] Okay, why just leave the comedy to the professionals? Okay? This is a funeral, sir, for my mother. Can you show a little respect? [trumpet whines] I’ll take it. Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. Uh, she was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time, she went to a parade, and one time, she smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale. I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman. [rustling] Lived a full life, that lady. Just, all the way to the end, which is, uh, now I guess. Really makes you think, though, huh? Life, right? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die. Okay, well that’s my time, you’ve been great! Tip your waitress! No, I’m just kidding around, there’s no waitress. But seriously, that’s all I have to say about my mother. No point beating a dead horse, right? So… [inhales] Now what? I don’t know. Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud of me. Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother, and I can just talk and talk without her telling me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey, Mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No? You sure? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you by making this eulogy into a me-logy, so, seriously, if you wanted me to sit down and let someone else talk, just knock. I will not be offended. No? Your funeral. Sorry about the closed casket, by the way. She wanted an open casket, but uh, you know, she’s dead now, so who cares what she wanted? No, that sounds bad. I’m sorry. I-I think that if she could’ve seen what she looked like dead, she’d agree it’s better this way. She looked like this. [groaning] [mourners gasping] Kinda like a pissed-off toy dinosaur. The coroner couldn’t get her eyes closed, so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish. Or as my mom called it, Tuesday! Tuesday! My mom called it Tuesday. [woman coughs] Hey, Mom, what did you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy. [clears throat] Here’s a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh, cool jacket that I wanted to wear because I thought it would make me look like Albert Brooks. For months, I saved up for this jacket. But when I finally had enough, I went to the store and it was gone. They had just sold it to someone else. So, I went home and I told my mother, and she said, “Let that be a lesson. That’s the good that comes from wanting things.” She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault. But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket. Even though she didn’t know how to say it, I know this meant that she loved me. Now that’s a good story about my mother. It’s not true, but it’s a good story, right? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when I was a kid, where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it, thinking, “That’s the kind of story I want to tell about my parents when they die.” But I don’t have any stories like that. All I know about being good, I learned from TV. And in TV, flawed characters are constantly showing people they care with these surprising grand gestures. And I think that part of me still believes that’s what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn’t enough. You need to be consistent, you need to be dependably good. You can’t just screw everything up and then take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend, or solve a mystery, and fly to Kansas. You need to do it every day, which is so… hard. When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough, that even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment, they might surprise you with something… wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting. Hey, Mom, knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter. [owl chirping] My mother did not go gentle into that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing, hence the face. [groaning] [mourners gasping] If you’d seen her, I swear to God the only thing you’d be thinking about right now is that I am nailing this impression. [woman clears her throat] [chairs squeak] I was in the hospital with her those last moments, and they were truly horrifying, full of nonsencial screams and cries, but there was this moment, this one instant of strange calm, where she looked in my direction and said, “I see you.” That’s the last thing she said to me. “I see you.” Not a statement of judgment or disappointment, just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. “Hello there. You are a person. And I see you.” Let me tell you, it’s a weird thing to feel at 54 years old, that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It’s an odd realization that that’s the thing you’ve been missing, the only thing you wanted all along, to be seen. And it doesn’t feel like a relief, to finally be seen. It feels mean, like, “Oh, it turns out that you knew what I wanted, and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.” I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down, and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy-hopper. How I was needy and a burden and an embarrassment—all that I was ready for. I was not ready for “I see you.” Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out. But maybe I’m giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t about connection. Maybe it was a… maybe it was an “I see you,” like, uh, “I see you.” Like, “You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.” That’s more my mom’s speed. Or maybe she just literally meant “I see you. You are an object that has entered my field of vision.” She was pretty out of it at the end, so maybe it’s dumb to try to attribute it to anything. [woman sighs] Back in the 90s, I was in a very famous TV show called Horsin’ Around. [man coughs] Please hold your applause. And I remember one time, a fan asked me, “Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup’s missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?” And I didn’t have the heart to be, like, “No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.” So instead, I was, like… “Yeah.” And maybe this is like that coffee cup. Maybe we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.” Then again, it’s possible she wasn’t even talking to me because, if I’m being honest, she wasn’t really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I want to think she was talking to me, but, honestly, she was so far gone at that point, who knows what she was seeing? Who were you talking to, Mom? [sighs] Not saying, huh? Staying mum? No rimshot there? God, whatever I’m paying you, it’s too much. Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock. [murmur] I wish I’d known to go to Jack in the Box then. Maybe I could have gotten a free churro. It would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. My entire life I never heard her say a kind word to or about my father, but at his funeral she said, “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” I don’t know why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped one day someone would say that about her. “My mother is dead, and everything is worse now.” Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance, and replaced it with crippling debt, which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. “Bad news, you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house!” Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell all her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by “everything is worse now.” Is that what you meant, Mom? I gotta say, I’m really carrying this double act. At least with Penn and Teller, the quiet one does card tricks. Hey, piano man, when I say something funny to my mom, how about you give me one of those rimshots? [rimshot plays] Yeah, but not now. When I say something funny. Like, okay. What’s the difference between my mother and a disruptive expulsion of germs? One’s a coughin’ fit and the other fits a coffin! That’s an example of a funny thing. [rimshot plays] Thank you. Let’s try again. Hey, Mom. What’s the difference between my mother and a bunch of Easter eggs? One gets carried in a basket, the other gets buried in a casket! [rimshot plays] Ready for one more? Last one. What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One is decently read, and the other’s a huge bitch! [woman gasps] [murmurs] Yeah, might have gone a little too far with that one. That one might’ve been a little too “my mom’s a huge bitch” for the room. I’m sorry, Mother. You’re not a huge bitch. You were a huge bitch… and now you’re dead. [woman sighs] You know, the first time I ever performed in front of an audience, it actually was, uh, with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make… [inhales] She used to make me sing “The Lollipop Song.” [organ playing tune] Those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and ethnically insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim. [flashback] [partygoers laughing] [classical music playing] But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.” You know, the weird thing about both your parents being dead is it means that you’re next. I mean, you know, obviously it’s not like there’s a waitlist for dying. Any one of us could get run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment. And you would think that knowing that would make us more adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, and stupid, and petty. I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I’m an actor, I do my own stunts. I’m on this new show Philbert. I’m Philbert. Star of the show. It hasn’t come out yet, but it’s already getting Emmy buzz. Oh, speaking of buzz… [inhales] I’m supposed to take two of these every morning, but my days are so screwed up ‘cause of the shooting schedule, I don’t even know what morning means anymore. There’s a joke in there somewhere, about a guy who’s been to so many funerals, he doesn’t even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure that one out for yourselves. [gulps] Anyway, you know what I thought, when I was falling off the building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died? “Won’t they be sorry.” Cool thought, brain. [rimshot plays] No, that wasn’t… would you just… dial it back, all right? I don’t even know what “they” I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was. And of course, my dad’s dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him for all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe it did, I don’t know. I never read it, because why would I give him that? I used to be on this TV show called Horsin’ Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause. [man coughs] Well held. It was written by my friend Herb Kazzaz, who’s also dead now, and it starred this little girl named Sarah Lynn. And it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note, “Maybe don’t mention they’re orphans so much, because audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.” But I never thought that the orphans were sad. I-I always thought they were lucky, because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for. Anyway, we did this one season finale, where Olivia’s birth mother comes to town. And she was a junkie, but she’s gotten herself cleaned up, and she wants to be in Olivia’s life again. And of course, she’s like a perfect grown-up version of Olivia, and they go to the mall together and get her ears pierced like she’s always wanted and—sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale of Horsin’ Around, if you’re still working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her, “Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.” But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous, and when the mom says she’s moving to California, Olivia decides to go with her. And the network really juiced the cliffhanger: “Is Olivia gone for good?” But of course, because it’s a TV show, she was not gone for good. Of course, because it’s a TV show, Olivia’s mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab, so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home, getting rides from Mr. T, Alf, and the cast of Stomp. Of course, that’s what happened. Because, what are you gonna do, just not have Olivia on the show? You can’t have happy endings in sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy, the show would be over, and above all else, the show… has to keep going. There’s always more show. And you can call Horsin’ Around dumb, or bad, or unrealistic, but there is nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show. I guess until there isn’t. [chuckles] My mom would hate it if she knew that I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show. Or maybe she’d think it was funny that her idiot son couldn’t even do this right. Who knows? She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is she wanted an open casket, and her idiot son couldn’t even do that right. I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.” “I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro. You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack in the Box didn’t even know me. I’m your son! All I had was you! [inhales] I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now. You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together. And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker. Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away. My mother is dead, and everything is worse now, because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “BoJack Horseman, I see you.” But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be. No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead. [gulps, sighs] Well. No point beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938, and she died in 2018, and I have no idea… what she wanted. Unless she just wanted what we all want… to be seen. Is this Funeral Parlor B? —— from Reddit
《〈《内含剧情+剧透》〉》
此片是我翘首以盼
《〈《内含剧情+剧透》〉》
此片是我翘首以盼
我觉得特别篇特别好的一点就是,技能的合理性,这对于后期进入职业比赛很有帮助。至于画风,这个就是个人偏好了。
比起画风,我更想说剧情和人设,尽管画风也确实不是我喜欢的。如果剧情和人设都崩的话,那就真的崩了。所有的作品是在讲故事,剧情好人设崩了,故事怎么讲好?何况剧情崩人设也崩。
一、剧情
王杰希和高英杰的对决,我可以理解中间插入回忆的用意,可惜节奏没有掌握好
我觉得特别篇特别好的一点就是,技能的合理性,这对于后期进入职业比赛很有帮助。至于画风,这个就是个人偏好了。
比起画风,我更想说剧情和人设,尽管画风也确实不是我喜欢的。如果剧情和人设都崩的话,那就真的崩了。所有的作品是在讲故事,剧情好人设崩了,故事怎么讲好?何况剧情崩人设也崩。
一、剧情
王杰希和高英杰的对决,我可以理解中间插入回忆的用意,可惜节奏没有掌握好,带坏了节奏。作为观众,积蓄着情感,却被一段段插播的回忆打断了,原本该感动的情感也偃旗息鼓了。老叶和喻队的掌声。。。也是超级尬了。。。
二、人设。
就人物画面来说,“横看成岭侧成峰,远近高低各不同”就不吐槽了。心疼喻队,整个特别篇看下来,真的就喻队崩无可崩了。声音还是那个声音,人物却再没有灵魂。喻队啊,喻队是个温和的人啊,不是冷漠啊!!!真的气到了,喻队整张脸冷漠,动作表情也冷漠,跟不上配音,真的是全集最大的败笔了。
老叶的脸啊,也是远近高低各不同。所有人物整体都尖下巴,让所有人设都带着冷冷的一面,实在崩啊。
三、画面,细节
画面时不时的高糊,全明星赛嘛,我可以理解无法刻画所有全明星,但是麻烦开场能不能稍微用心点,放张全明星合影不过分吧。。。
作为原著粉,只是希望可以是态度端正的制作方,别毁了我最爱的全职。我更喜欢第一季,是因为视美至少让我看到他们面对问题积极的解决,当然也因为人设更符合我心目中的设定。
因为锦衣之下搞了个墙头任嘉伦,但看完了三集已经没有了继续看下去的欲望,反而脑子里槽点比较多。刷了一下大家的评论列一下我比较赞同的一些观点。
1.发生在香港却浓浓的大上海气息,没看出新意。
2.与潜伏者接头,私下间谍工作交接能背着点儿人吗?大街上就开始自述身份有点过了吧。
3.“明月别枝惊鹊,清风半夜鸣蝉”我党人士就那么确定其他人都没读过这首词吗?这也可以当
因为锦衣之下搞了个墙头任嘉伦,但看完了三集已经没有了继续看下去的欲望,反而脑子里槽点比较多。刷了一下大家的评论列一下我比较赞同的一些观点。
1.发生在香港却浓浓的大上海气息,没看出新意。
2.与潜伏者接头,私下间谍工作交接能背着点儿人吗?大街上就开始自述身份有点过了吧。
3.“明月别枝惊鹊,清风半夜鸣蝉”我党人士就那么确定其他人都没读过这首词吗?这也可以当暗号?
4.剧情节奏确实很快,但节奏快不等于剧情ok,剪辑叙事有明显缺陷。
5.反派刺杀同僚给的理由不足,太仓促;男主执意救走女主同样理由不够,太直白,这简直就是在自爆。
6.虽然我有陆绎滤镜,但确实这部剧里男主演技一般,不说张涵予了,刘欢演起来都比任嘉伦自然得多。作为一个潜伏者,表达情感的深度不够,担心和忧惧都很外露。对比参照《潜伏》余则成,当然这个要求可能过高。
女主剧情目前出场少,不评价。
7.全员配音在偶像剧中勉强可,但谍战剧会更加要求真实感,无原音会让谍战剧稍显悬浮。
8.服装造型太现代,过于“干净”,会让这部谍战剧更缺乏真切感,比较害怕后面会演成谍战偶像剧。
9.因为真的期待了这部剧,虽然没想过可以与优秀谍战剧比肩但会这么乱还是意料之外,很难过很生气!
钟汉良拜他为师,娄烨与他惺惺相惜,这一次,他凭借《风中有朵雨做的云》征服观众。
(一)
中国许多影星的诞生都能从1999年那个平凡却又不寻常的年份找到线索。
1999年,张颂文还是个24岁的小伙子,
钟汉良拜他为师,娄烨与他惺惺相惜,这一次,他凭借《风中有朵雨做的云》征服观众。
(一)
中国许多影星的诞生都能从1999年那个平凡却又不寻常的年份找到线索。
1999年,张颂文还是个24岁的小伙子,那时,他在深圳华侨城中旅集团担任旅行社经理。然而,对于这份工作张颂文并不热爱,此前,他曾在印刷厂做过挂历、给大排档洗过碗、做过空调安装工、汽水厂洗瓶工,干过饭店经理,这些工作在张颂文心中,只是借以养活自己的饭碗,谈不上有多喜欢。
看了两集,完全搞不懂“结婚来稳定公司局面”是个什么逻辑。
就算是这样,后面的剧情却和这个逻辑自相矛盾。比如结了婚却不让别人知道,还要别人故意爆料,公司的人才知道女主结婚了。还有就是员工吐槽女主,真把公司当家族企业了?那既然都不是家族企业,还有结婚的必要吗?
虽然如此,但是在这剧里,结婚
看了两集,完全搞不懂“结婚来稳定公司局面”是个什么逻辑。
就算是这样,后面的剧情却和这个逻辑自相矛盾。比如结了婚却不让别人知道,还要别人故意爆料,公司的人才知道女主结婚了。还有就是员工吐槽女主,真把公司当家族企业了?那既然都不是家族企业,还有结婚的必要吗?
虽然如此,但是在这剧里,结婚还是有好处的,比如有个甲方知道女主结婚了,就不用她赔六千万了。虽然完全没搞懂是为什么。
单位投资的电影,但是怎么看怎么像60集的狗血电视剧。参加学生运动的何润东被抓,之后和王学圻的义子黄子韬越狱成功,之后又救了王的亲生闺女古力娜扎。老王非常感激与赏识,收他做了义子,黄也把何当兄弟,于是果然,他们三角恋了,然而更狗血的是何的前任秋瓷炫居然是老王的现任!太乱了!有道是世界这么大,我想去看看。上海这么小,一眼看完了。然后真相大白,秋是蓝衣社卧底,老王是勾结日本人镇压学生的汉奸,啥也别
单位投资的电影,但是怎么看怎么像60集的狗血电视剧。参加学生运动的何润东被抓,之后和王学圻的义子黄子韬越狱成功,之后又救了王的亲生闺女古力娜扎。老王非常感激与赏识,收他做了义子,黄也把何当兄弟,于是果然,他们三角恋了,然而更狗血的是何的前任秋瓷炫居然是老王的现任!太乱了!有道是世界这么大,我想去看看。上海这么小,一眼看完了。然后真相大白,秋是蓝衣社卧底,老王是勾结日本人镇压学生的汉奸,啥也别说了,干吧!老王有个仇家斧头帮,他先来了个假死,再利用两个义子做点了对头,最后清理门户揪出了秋,秋英勇就义,老王也流下了鳄鱼的眼泪。何也被老王逮住,幸亏黄念及旧情放走了何,老王很生气,一枪解决了黄,然后风云雄霸天下,步惊云被小乞丐所救,再接天龙八部,乔峰一通降龙十八掌,一梭子弹下去,结果坐在老王位子上的竟然是那扎,下手那么狠,打之前怎么也看一眼呐?理由?估计是替父赎罪吧。之后,抱着娜扎尸体出来的何被老王逮个正着,毙……最后清理完竞争对手、死了全家的孤家寡人老王一夜白头,回忆女儿回忆阿秋,然后送来一个包裹,bomb地一声,老王的一生也结束了……是的,就那么全灭了。有人说像上海滩,我说,这就是一部电视剧大杂烩,毫无营养!