杀手没有假期

下了这片子一个多月了，一直挣扎着是看还是不看海报 怎么会弄成这样？

为了票房？

弄得跟好莱坞大片似的...科林 法瑞尔 看见他出现在演员阵容里不知是喜是忧 focus 焦点影业 这是我看这个片子的最大动力 结果 没错 非类型片中的经典影片打消了我之前的所有顾虑 本以为只是好莱坞式的黑色幽默加枪战没想到会有这样的惊喜 但整个观影过程是略带痛苦的 没有点儿耐性的人（像我）就很容易错失其中的精彩 这也正体现了导演和编剧的功力 把握悬念的能力 矛盾和矛盾间的衔接的掐大好处 叫人看完全片后大呼过瘾！

片子一开始就充斥着科林法瑞尔的那不标准爱尔兰口音 絮絮叨叨的 除了那几乎每句话都出现的fuck外，根本看不出他是一个杀手，怎么看都只像是一个失业的小青年，镜头也晦暗平静，加上那略带忧伤诡异的管乐，有些叫人抓不到头脑。

直到他遇见那欧洲小美妞，直到他回忆当时杀小孩的情景 ，直到他的伙伴接到那个电话，第一个悬念才算解开，原来他是一个不敢去面对事实废物。

呵呵，片子的节奏也在这有了变化，开始变的荒诞起来，这个故事也慢慢的推向高潮，故事不在这里重复，有同感慢慢体会吧在我看来这片子更像是一个童话！

每个人物看似都很现实，自私，整个气氛看似黑暗，但很多细节却又透出那一丝丝的美好，每个人物的存在感是那么的强烈，给人那种没有任何距离的温暖。

也许这就是所谓的炼狱？？？

人间其实不就是炼狱么...呵呵 也许 人间就是上帝的一个黑色幽默..

奇葩的价值观，文艺虚伪的救赎感。

形成了一颗巧克力模样的屎，或者说一颗屎味的巧克力。

男主可以坦然杀人、打女人、欺负残疾人、打爆偶遇男人的眼睛，但是执行任务的时候误杀小孩，就痛苦纠结得想要自杀。

然后一群人还点赞说好啊，真有人性原则，杀手界的良心！

呸。

这跟一边吃猪头一般恨不得把吃狗的人碎尸万段，跟吹爆民国踩爆当今的人，一样弱智。

弱就弱智在，树立了道德上一种“绝对错误”和“绝对正确”，其实二者本质上并不遥远。

C说：混乱不靠谱的信念也是信念啊！

我说：假如一个人被灌输“吃毛豆是邪恶”的思想，有一天他无意中吃了一颗毛豆，痛苦万分想自杀。

作为旁观者，你是哈哈大笑并且批评这个理念的引导者和信仰者呢？

还是夸他真有原则好感动？

C说：可是这不是吃豆，这是杀小孩。

我说：作为杀手杀人不就是跟吃豆似的吗？

你看他对成年人多么不合理暴力得理所当然，黄豆绿豆红豆都吃，就是误吃毛豆就崩溃？

这不好笑吗？

何况毛豆不就是幼年黄豆么。

C说：我明白了…可我还是喜欢那种感觉，看了电影我都想去布鲁日旅游。

……是的，在布鲁日”这个名字也令人恶心，好像一个冷酷的人轻而易举被一个城市的纯洁美好给唤醒、救赎了似的。

这和小清新粉草原青海湖觉得只有那里才能唤醒自我如出一辙。

这么说吧，魏晋以来，中国人总是相信山水能陶冶性情，洗涤尘世中沾染的污浊，事实上这不过是自欺欺人罢了，从来没有哪座山、哪条河、哪个小城能救赎灵魂，无非是给人一种“我是自由的美好的”错觉，而空洞的眼神、混乱的价值观、苍白的灵魂，造过的孽……不会有一丝改变。

相比之下，胖子队友“宁可死也不杀兄弟”的信念要靠谱得多了。

虽然我对电影评分不高，故事在我看来是典型的欧洲装大尾巴狼类型，且又是俩愚蠢爱尔兰人制造笑料，不爱不爱。

但是，作为城市探索指南，本片非常优秀。

需要去探索布鲁日的可以先观影。

1. 布鲁日钟楼（Belfry of Bruges）电影场景：雷（科林·法瑞尔饰）和肯（布莱丹·格里森饰）在钟楼顶部的场景。

背景：布鲁日钟楼是布鲁日最著名的地标之一，高83米，拥有366级台阶。

登上钟楼可以俯瞰整个城市的美景。

2. 布鲁日市场广场（Market Square）电影场景：雷和肯在广场上散步，讨论他们的任务。

背景：市场广场是布鲁日的中心，周围环绕着色彩缤纷的中世纪建筑和露天咖啡馆。

3. 圣母教堂（Church of Our Lady）电影场景：雷和肯参观教堂，讨论米开朗基罗的圣母子。

背景：圣母教堂是布鲁日最高的建筑之一，拥有世界著名的米开朗基罗雕塑。

4. 爱之湖公园（Minnewater Park）电影场景：雷和肯在公园里散步，讨论他们的生活。

背景：爱之湖公园是布鲁日最浪漫的地方之一，以其宁静的湖泊和美丽的花园而闻名。

5. 布鲁日运河（Bruges Canals）电影场景：电影中有多个场景在运河边拍摄，展示了布鲁日的水道美景。

背景：布鲁日被称为“北方威尼斯”，其运河系统是城市的主要特色之一。

6. 格鲁特胡斯博物馆（Gruuthuse Museum）电影场景：雷和肯在博物馆外讨论他们的任务。

背景：格鲁特胡斯博物馆是一座历史悠久的建筑，展示了布鲁日的艺术和历史。

7. 圣血教堂（Basilica of the Holy Blood）电影场景：雷和肯在教堂外讨论他们的生活。

背景：圣血教堂是一座罗马天主教教堂，以其保存的圣血 relic 而闻名。

8. 布鲁日市政厅（City Hall of Bruges）电影场景：雷和肯在市政厅外讨论他们的任务。

背景：布鲁日市政厅是比利时最古老的市政厅之一，建于14世纪。

9. 布鲁日啤酒厂（De Halve Maan Brewery）电影场景：雷和肯在啤酒厂参观，品尝当地啤酒。

背景：De Halve Maan 是布鲁日最著名的啤酒厂之一，提供啤酒 tours 和品尝。

10. 布鲁日街道（Bruges Streets）电影场景：电影中有多个场景在布鲁日的狭窄街道上拍摄，展示了城市的中世纪魅力。

背景：布鲁日的街道充满了历史，是探索城市的理想方式。

仅仅看影片简介，《In Bruges》显然不是我的那杯茶，但我还是选择与之共度两个小时。

电影讲得是两个杀手奉命展开的一场“假期”之旅，辗转间竟谱就一出黑色幽默，让人忍俊不禁之余也会静心想一想。

影片景设欧洲名镇——布鲁日，建筑古老沧桑中暗藏一种淡定从容，风景典雅清丽中自显一丝悠闲自在，音乐舒缓轻扬中时有一份忧伤低沉，人物性格鲜明，嬉笑怒骂举手投足间，演技无懈可击。

Ray，抵达布鲁日之初，就非常烦躁郁闷，竖着个浓黑八字眉，古迹美景视若无睹，牢骚满腹，四处挑衅。

他的伙伴Ken，则悠哉游哉，一副既来之则安之的游客心态，欣享着名画古迹，流连在美景酒肆。

及后，方知初出茅庐的Ray，因为失手错杀无辜孩童，不得不避祸布鲁日。

他不能摆脱记忆中的血色，美酒佳人，也难减灵魂的重荷。

而老练的职业杀手Ken，则在无情指令下犹豫踌躇，不但不忍把枪口指向并肩的同伴，还及时喝止了他自杀的冲动。

温情，在那一刻绽放，但这样的转折，却又出离了杀手本应具备的冷酷与理智。

不知是因为厌倦了打打杀杀的日子呢，还是因为封存在来不及打开的遗书里的某个缘由，或者就是生无可恋，Ken把生的希望留给了毛头小伙，自己则公然挑衅坦然向死。

令不能行的Harry，大怒之下，披挂上阵，亲自追杀到布鲁日。

面对垂手就死的Ken，Harry也矛盾、也挣扎，最终还是选择了他的原则——无论如何，他要为枉死的男童索命。

而当自己犯下同样的错，穿透Ray的子弹也殃及到其身后视线不能及的侏儒，残留着余烟的枪管毫不犹豫得转向自己，坚定得扣下扳机，以命偿命。

细节的精致，让我品咂出盗亦有道的味道。

但为此赔上四条人命？

与所谓原则相比，人命似乎反而变得轻贱起来......这部影片里的三个杀手，都脱离了刻板的职业形象，各有特色；情节流转，更是出人意料，的确如你所言，不落俗套。

而且自己鲜少看这一类型的片子，所以观影中充满了新鲜感。

尤其值得一提的是精彩的电影原声。

影片一开始，音乐就一直在背景里铺垫过渡着，钢琴的轻快与大提琴的低沉交织，映衬着角色情绪的波动与矛盾；不急不徐的韵律，与欧洲一贯以之的缓慢节奏相呼应，似乎让人松弛了神经，而其实若有似无的不安躁动，一直在焖烧锅内积聚，等着沸腾的那一刻。

当Ken拖着流血的躯体，艰难得拾阶而上，《On Raglan Road》开始响起，低沉的男中音在耳边轻吟浅唱，远远的爱尔兰风笛飘来，酝酿了很久的情绪开始喷薄而出；等他在塔顶站定，俯身远眺，四周雾气朦胧；当硬币一个个坠落，路人好奇得驻足仰望；他整饰好衣装，凌空一跃，此刻的我，已全然沉浸在The Dubliners带来的充满爱尔兰风情的民谣中，哀而不伤，等待着一个似乎无可避免的结局。

On Raglan RoadOn Raglan Road on an autumn dayI saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rueI saw the danger and I passedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said:"Let grief, be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the day"On Grafton Street in NovemberWe tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worth of passion’s pledgeThe Queen of Hearts still making tartsAnd I not making hayOh I loved too much and by suchBy such is happiness thrown awayI gave her gifts of the mindI gave her the secret signsThat's known to the artists who have knownThe true gods of sound and stoneAnd word and tint did not stintI gave her poems to sayWith her own name there and her own dark hairLike clouds over fields of MayOn a quiet street where old ghosts meetI see her walking nowAway from me so hurriedlyMy reason must allowThat had I loved not as I shouldA creature made of clayWhen the angel woos the clayHe'd lose his wings at the dawn of day

电影看完会有一丝的难过怎么回事这样的结局啊？

因为自己错手杀死了小孩心存内疚而要自杀的杀手因为想要拯救自己同伴而背叛了曾帮自己妻子报仇的上司的杀手因为严格执行自己的杀手理念，杀了无辜小孩就要谢罪的杀手老大是的，我觉得他们都很可爱。

电影的画面很漂亮，安逸祥和的画面。

中世纪的建筑，安静划过运河的木船，高雅的黑天鹅故事很英国幽默，画面却很孤独的感觉，漂亮的景色却寂然无声配乐也很赞，忧伤的音调，跟故事格格不入的同时却恰到好处结尾的哀伤久久不能散去在伦敦有一棵圣诞树，那里的礼物没有人拆，永远也不会有人去拆了……

http://www.douban.com/people/1972084/原作者三天时间出的台词，牛逼闪闪的人物。

2009-01-02 18:41:25In BrugesRay:After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames,washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King,and walked home to await instructions.Shortly thereafter, the instructions came through."Get the fuck out of London, youse dumb fucks.Get to Bruges."I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.It's in Belgium.Ray:Bruges is a shithole. Ken:Bruges is not a shithole.Ray:Bruges is a shithole.Ken:Ray, we've only just got off the fucking train.Could we reserve judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?Ray:I know it's gonna be a shithole.STREETRay:Shithole.HOTELKen:I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?Marie:Yes. No, we have one room booked.One twin room. Booked for two weeks.Ray:Two weeks!Ken:Do you have another room?Marie:No, I'm afraid we're fully booked.With Christmas, everywhere is fully booked.Ken:Okay.ROOMKen:It's very pretty.Ray:I'm not being funny, we can't stay here.Ken:We've got to stay here until he rings.Ray:Well, what if he doesn't ring for two weeks?Ken:Then we stay here for two weeks.Ray:For two weeks? In fucking Bruges? In a room like this?With you? No way!Ken:Ray, I really don't like to say this...Ray:You really don't like to say what?Ken:Well... You know?Ray:Fucking bring that up.ON BOATRay:Do you think this is good?Ken:Do I think what's good?Ray:You know, going round in a boat, looking at stuff.Ken:Yes, I do.It's called "sightseeing."Ken:Oh, look at that.It's a former hospital. From the 1100s.Bruges is the most well-preserved medieval townin the whole of Belgium, apparently.SQUAREKen:Coming up? Ray:What's up there?Ken:The view.Ray:The view of what? The view of down here?I can see that from down here.Ken:Ray, you're about the worst tourist in the whole world.Ray:Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin.If I'd grown up on a farm and was retarded,Bruges might impress me.But I didn't, so it doesn't.TOWERKen:Trying to get rid of me coins.3, 3.50, 4,4.10, 4.20, 4.30, 4.40, 4.50, 4.60,4.70,4.80,4.90.Will you take 4.90?Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.Ken:Come on, man, it's only 10 cents.Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.Ken:Happy in your work?Clerk:Very happy.ON THE TOWERI like it here.SQUAREAmericans:Been to the top of the tower?Ray:Yeah. Yeah, it's rubbish.Americans:It is? The guidebook says it's a "must-see".Ray:Well, you lot ain't going up there.Americans:Pardon me? Why?Ray:I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm not being funny.Americans:What exactly are you trying to say?Ray:What exactly am I trying to say?Youse are a bunch of fucking elephants!Americans:Right, you...Americans Woman:You know, you're just the rudest man. The rudest man!Ken:What's all that about?Ray:They're not going up there.Ken:Hey, guys, I wouldn't go up there. It's really narrow.Americans Woman:Screw you, motherfucker!Ray:Americans, isn't it?PUBRay:Now, this is more like it. Proper holidays.One gay beer for my gay friend,and one normal beer for me, because I am normal.This is the life.Ken:We're not staying here getting pissed.We are quietly sightseeing, like he says,and awaiting his call to see what we do next.Ray:This is my vote on what we should do.We give it another day, two days, max.Then we check the papers again, and if there's still nothing in them,we phone him and say,"Harry, thank you for the trip to Bruges,"it's been very nice, all the old buildings and that,"but we're coming back to London now,and hide out in a proper country,"where it isn't all just fucking chocolates."Ken:My vote would be we quietly sightsee, like he says,and await his call to see what we do next.You don't even know we're here hiding out.Ray:What are you talking about?Ken:You don't even know we're not here on a job.Ray:What, on a job? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Here in Bruges? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Here in Bruges, on a job? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Why? What did he actually say?Ken:He didn't actually say anything.Ray:Then why do you think it might be?Ken:I don't think anything.But it's a bit fucking over-elaborate, isn't it?"Go take him to hide out." "Go take him to hide out where?""Go take him to hide out in fucking Bruges."You can hide out in Croydon.Ray:Hmm.Or Coventry.Hmm.It is a bit over-elaborate.Hmm.But we haven't got any guns.Ken:Harry can get guns anywhere.ROOMRay:He's not gonna ring tonight.He's not gonna ring tonight.Let's go out.Ken:Go out where? Ray:The pub.Ken:No!Ray:Let's go out and have a look at some of the...All the old medieval buildings and that.Because I bet they look even better at night, all lit up.Yes!STREETKen:That there is called the Gruuthuse Museum.Ray:They all have funny names, don't they?Ken:Yes, Flemish.Ray:In here it says, "The Belgians twice sheltered"fugitive English Kings from being murdered,1471 and 1651."Ken:I used to hate history, didn't you?It's all just a load of stuff that's already happened.What are they doing over there?They're filming something. They're filming midgets!Ken:Ray!Director:So, on this scene, you're supposed to walklike a little, tiny mouse, yeah?Okay? Great.Ken:Ray, come on, let's go.Ray:My arse, "Let's go." They're filming midgets.Oh, my God! Look at that girl.She's gorgeous!Ken:Ray, we're going right now.Ray:Fuck off, are we!This is the best bit of Bruges so far.You and your buildings.Ray:Hello.Do you speak English? Chloe:No.Ray:Yes, you do. Everybody does.What are you filming midgets for?Chloe:It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"?Ray:Wow, your English is very good.Ray:A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves.A disproportionate amount.Herve Villechaize, of Fantasy Island.I think somebody off The Time Bandits.I suppose they must get really sad about, like,being really little and that.People looking at them and laughing at them.Calling them names. You know, "shortarse."There's another famous midgetI'm missing, but I can't remember.It's not the R2-D2 man. No, he's still going.I hope your midget doesn't kill himself.Your dream sequence will be fucked.Chloe:He doesn't like being called a midget.He prefers "dwarf."Ray:Well, this is exactly my point!People go around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf.Of course you're gonna blow your head off!My name's Ray. What's yours? Chloe:Chloe.How did you get past the security man?Ray:Getting past security men, it's sort of my job.Chloe:You're a shoplifter?Ray:No, not a shoplifter.It's a good joke, though.No.I'll tell you what I am at dinner tomorrow night.Ray:Fuck.Ray:How fucking cool.HOTLEMarie:Mr. Blakely?Ken:Yes. No, Mr. Cranham. No. Yes. Mr. Blakely. Yes.Marie:You have a message.Ken:Shit!(Harry):Number one,why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in?Number two,why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemailand not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow nightwhen I fucking call againor there'll be fucking Hell to pay,I'm fucking telling you. Harry.(Marie):I'm not the receptionist,I'm the co-owner with my husband Patrice. Marie.ROOMKen:Would you turn the fucking light off!Ray:Sorry, Ken.Ken:Keep the fucking noise down!Ray:Someone's in a mood.You'll never guess what.Ken:Will you shut your fucking mouth, please, and go to sleep?Ray:Oh, sorry.Except I've gotta take me contact lenses out.Ray:Altogether,I had five pints of beer and six bottles.No. Six pints of beer and seven bottles.And you know what? I'm not even pissed!You'll never guess what, Ken.Ken, you'll never guess what. Ken:What?Ray:Got a date for tomorrow night.Ken:I'm very happy for you.Ray:With a girl.Ken:Can you turn the light off, please?Ray:Only been in Bruges one day,got a date with a girl in the film business,the Belgian film business.They're doing a film about a midget.HOTELKen:Miss?Marie?Sorry about the message last night.The man who left it is a bit of a...Well, he's a bit of a...Marie:Cock?Ken:Yes. He's a bit of a cock.Marie:Morning.Ken:Harry called last night.We missed him.Ray:Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?Ken:We're staying in tonight. Whatever happens.Ray:Hmm.Except...Hmm. Ken:Hmm.Except "hmm" what?Ray:Except only one of us needs to stay in,really.Uh-huh.Ken:And which one of us would that be, now, Ray?I thought you didn't like Bruges.Ray:I don't like Bruges, it's a shithole.But I did already say I had a date with a Belgian lady in the Belgian film business, which I did already say about before.Ken:Just don't get into any fucking trouble.We're keeping a low profile.And this morning, and this afternoon,we are doing what I want to do.Got it? Ray:Of course.Which, I presume, will involve culture.Ken:Oh, we shall strike a balance between culture and fun.Ray:Somehow I believe, Ken,that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture.Like a big, fat, fucking retarded, fucking black girl on a seesaw, opposite a dwarf.CHURCHKen:Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight,we'd do the things I wanted to do today?Ray:We are doing the things that you wanted to do today.Ken:And that we'd do them without you throwing a fucking moody,like some 5-year-old who's dropped all his sweets?Ray:I didn't agree to that.I'll cheer up. I'll cheer up.Ken:Up there, the top altar, is a phial brought back by a Flemish knight from the Crusades in the Holy Land.And that phial, do you know what it's said to contain?Ray:No, what's it said to contain?Ken:It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood.Yeah, that's how this church got its name.Basilica of the Holy Blood.Ray:Yeah. Ken:Yeah.And this blood, right, though it's dried blood,at different times over many years,they say it turned back into liquid.Turned back into liquid from dried blood.At various times of great stress.Ray:Yeah? Ken:Yeah.So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue and touch it,which is what you do.Ray:Yeah? Ken:Yeah. You coming?Ray:Do I have to?Ken:Do you have to? Of course you don't have to.It's Jesus' fucking blood, isn't it?Of course you don't fucking have to!Of course you don't fucking have to!SQUARERay:You little fucking cunt.CHURCHRay:Murder, Father.Churchman:Why did you murder someone, Raymond?Ray:For money, Father.Churchman:For money?You murdered someone for money?Ray:Yes, Father.Not out of anger, not out of nothing. For money.Churchman:Who did you murder for money, Raymond?Ray:You, Father.Churchman:I'm sorry?Ray:I said you, Father.What, are you deaf?Harry Waters says hello.Churchman:The little boy.ON THE PAPER..1.Being moody.2.Being bad at maths.3.Being Sad.MUSEUMRay:I quite like this one.All the rest were rubbish by spastics,but this one's quite good.What's that all about, then?Ken:It's Judgment Day, you know? Ray:Oh, yeah.What's that then?Ken:Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth.When mankind will be judged for all the crimes.they've committed and that.Ray:And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that?Ken:Yeah.Ray:And what's the other place?Ken:Purgatory.Ray:Purgatory?Ken:Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.Ray:You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.Like Tottenham.Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?Ken:About Tottenham?Ray:The Last Judgment and the afterlife.Guilt and sins and Hell and all that?Ken:Um...Well...SQUAREKen:I don't know, Ray. I don't know what I believe.The things you're taught as a child,they never really leave you, do they?So, like, I believe in trying to lead a good life.Like, if there's an old lady, carrying her shopping home,I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,but I'll certainly hold the door open for her and that,and let her go out before me.Ray:Yeah. And anyway, if you tried to help her carry her shopping,she'd probably think you were just trying to nick her shopping.Ken:Exactly. Ray:This is the world we live in today.Ken:At the same time as trying to lead a good life,I have to reconcile myself with the fact that, yes, I have killed people.Not many people. Most of them were not very nice people.Apart from one person.Ray:Who's that?Ken:This fellow, Danny Aliband's brother.He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would.He was just a lollipop man.He came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do?I shot him down.Ray:Hmm.In my book, though, sorry, someone comes at you with a bottle,that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.Ken:I know that in my heart.I also know that he was just trying to protect his brother, you know?Ray:I know. But a bottle, that can kill you.It's a case of it's you or him.If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different.That wouldn't have been fair.Ken:Well, technically, your bare hands can kill somebody, too.They can be deadly weapons, too.I mean, what if he knew karate, say?Ray:You said he was a lollipop man.Ken:He was a lollipop man.Ray:What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?Ken:I'm just saying.Ray:How old was he? Ken:About 50.Ray:What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man? Jesus, Ken, I'm trying to talk about...Ken:I know what you're trying to talk about.Ray:I killed a little boy. You keep bringing up fucking lollipop men!Ken:You didn't mean to kill a little boy.Ray:I know I didn't mean to.But because of the choices I made and the course that I put into action,a little boy isn't here anymore.And he'll never be here again.I mean here in the world, not here in Belgium.Well, he'll never be here in Belgium, either, will he?I mean, he might have wanted to come here when he got older.I don't know why.And that's all because of me.He's dead because of me.And I'm trying to...I'm trying to get me head around it, but I can't.I will always have killed that little boy.That ain't ever going away. Ever.Unless...Maybe I go away.Ken:Don't even think like that.ROOMKen:You look good.Ray:What's it matter anyway?PUBChloe:So, what do you do, Raymond?Ray:I shoot people for money.Chloe:What kinds of people?Ray:Priests. Children. You know, the usual.Chloe:Is there a lot of money to be made in that line of business?Ray:There is in priests. There isn't in children.So what is it you do, Chloe?Chloe:I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.Ray:Do you?Chloe:Do I look like I do?Ray:You do, actually.Do I look like I shoot people?Chloe:No.Just children.Ray:Mmm-hmm.I saw your midget today.Little prick didn't even say hello.Chloe:Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.Ray:What's that?Chloe:Horse tranquilizer.Ray:A horse tranquilizer?Where'd he get that? Chloe:I sold it to him.Ray:You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!Chloe:This movie, I think it's gonna be a very good one.There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.Ray:Of course there hasn't, it's a shithole.Chloe:Bruges is my hometown, Ray.Ray:Well, it's still a shithole.Chloe:It's not a shithole.Ray:What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.Chloe:Okay.So, you've insulted my hometown.You're doing very well, Raymond.Why don't you tell me some Belgian jokes while you're at it?Ray:I don't know any Belgian jokes.And if I did, I think I'd have the good sense not to...Hey, hang on. Is Belgium where there were all those child abuse murders lately?Then I do know a Belgian joke.What's Belgium famous for?Chocolates and child abuse.And they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids.What?Chloe:One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.Ray:I'm sorry, Chloe.Chloe:One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine.I just wanted to make you feel bad.And it worked. Quite well.Canadians:Fucking unbelievable.Ray:What's fucking unbelievable?Canadians:Are you talking to me?(He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt.And he repeats.)Ray:Yes, I am talking to you. What's fucking unbelievable?Canadians:Well, I'll tell you what's fucking unbelievable, shall I?Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend's face.That's fucking unbelievable!Ray:This is the smoking section.Canadians:I don't care if it's the smoking section.All right? She directed it right in my face, man.I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.Ray:Uh-huh. Isn't that what the Vietnamese used to say?Canadians:Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese?That statement makes no fucking sense at all.Ray:Yes it does. The Vietnamese!Canadians:Well, saying it over and over ain't gonna make any more sense out of it.How does the Vietnamese have any relevance whatsoever to myself and my girlfriend having to breathe your friend's cigarette smoke?Tell me how saying...Ray:That's for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt!Ray:A bottle? No, don't bother.Ray:We're leaving.OUT OF PUBRay:I don't hit women! I would never hit a woman, Chloe!I'd hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle!That's different. That's self-defense, isn't it?Or a woman who could do karate.I'd never hit a woman generally, Chloe. Don't think that.God, you're pretty.Chloe:I have to make a call.Ray:Oh, no.You've gone off me, now, haven't you?Just because I hit that fucking cow.ROOMKen:Hello? Harry:Where the fuck were you yesterday?Ken:We just popped out for some dinner, Harry.We only popped out for half an hour.Harry:Yeah? What'd you have?Ken:For dinner? Harry:Yeah.Ken:Pizza, at Pizza Hut.Harry:Was it nice?Ken:Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.Harry:Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?Ken:He's in the toilet.Harry:Can he hear? Ken:No.Harry:What's he doing?Ken:What do you mean? Harry:Is he doing a wee or a poo?Ken:I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.Harry:Send him out on an errand for half an hour,but don't make it sound suspicious.Ken:Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?Yeah, yeah, I know I said you couldn't,but might as well enjoy ourselves, eh?No, I don't know if they've got bowling anywhere.Could have a look.Yeah, see you.Yeah. He's gone.Harry:What'd you say to him?Ken:I said, "Why don't you go have a drink,you say you've been cooped up?"Harry:What did he say? Ken:Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.Harry:Was he just having a wee?Ken:Yeah, I think so. I assume so.Harry:Sure he didn't mind?Ken:No, he was glad to get out.Harry:He's definitely gone?Ken:Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.Harry:That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.Ken:Harry, he's definitely gone.Harry:You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?Ken:I realize that, Harry. The boy wanted to have a look anyway.Harry:What are they gonna have, a medieval fucking bowling alley?Ken:As I say, I think he was just glad to get out and about.Harry:So, is he having a nice time, seeing all the canals and that?I had a lovely time when I was there.All the canals and the old buildings and that.Ken:When were you here?Harry:When I was seven. Last happy holiday I fucking had.Have you been on a canal trip, yet? Ken:Yeah.Harry:Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?Ken:Yeah.Harry:It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? Ken:Yeah.Harry:With the churches and that. They're Gothic. Ken:Yeah.Harry:Is it Gothic? Ken:Yeah.Harry:So he's having a really nice time?Ken:Well, I'm having a really nice time.I'm not sure if it's really his cup of tea.Harry:What?Ken:You know, I'm not sure if it's really his thing.Harry:What do you mean, "It's not really his thing"?What's that supposed to mean, "It's not really his thing"?What the fuck is that supposed to mean?Ken:Nothing, Harry.Harry:It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it?How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing?How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches,all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff,how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?Ken:What I think I meant to say was...Harry:Is the swan still there? Ken:Yeah, the swan's...Harry:How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh?How can that be?Ken:What I think I meant to say was,when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it.You know, there's that big,dual carriageway when you get off the train?It mightn't have been here when you were here last, Harry.Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper,and he saw the canals and the bridges and,you know, the swans and that,well, he just fucking loved it then.Couldn't get enough of it, the medieval part of town.It was just that initial, dual carriageway thing sort of put him off for a second.Harry:Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway.Must be recent.Hasn't spoilt it, has it?Ken:No, no, no, it's just that initial thing.And you know what?As we were walking through the streets,there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything,and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something.And he turned to me, do you know what he said?Harry:What'd he say?Ken:He said, "Ken, I know I'm awake,but I feel like I'm in a dream."Harry:Yeah? He said that?Ken:Yeah.Harry:Meaning, like, in a good dream?Ken:Yeah. Of course, like in a good dream.Harry:Oh, good. I'm glad he likes it there.I'm glad we were able to give him something.Something good and happy. Because he wasn't a bad kid, was he?Ken:Huh?Harry:He wasn't a bad kid, was he?Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.That's "Raam," like "Ram," but with an extra "a."Ken:Raamstraat 17.Harry:You got that?Ken:Yes, Raamstraat 17.Harry:Good. There'll be a man there tomorrow morning at 9:00.His name's Yuri.Ken:Yuri. Harry:He'll give you the gun.Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's about 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow, after it's done.Ken:After what's done?Harry:Are you being thick?Ken:No. Harry:Listen, I like Ray.He was a good bloke, but when it all comes down to it.You know, he blew the head off a little fucking kid.And you brought him in, Ken.So if the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken?If the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken:It stops with me, Harry. That's an easy one.Harry:Look, don't get shirty, Ken.Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.Ken:Do what for the boy?Harry:You know, have him get to see Bruges.I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."Ken:"I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."Harry:Yeah.Give me a call when he's dead.Eirik:That's my fucking girlfriend, you asshole.Chloe:Eirik, what are you doing?Eirik:Where are you from, fucker?Ray:Ireland, originally.Eirik:And you think it's okay to come over to Belgium and fuck another man's girl?Ray:Look, I didn't know she had a boyfriend, all right?And I haven't fucked her, anyway. Ask her.I'd only put me hand on it.Chloe:Eirik, put the gun down!Eirik:Get down on your knees and open your mouth.Ray:Don't start being silly.Eirik:Get down on your...Ray:Exactly at what point was it that all skinheads suddenly became poofs?Used to be, you were a skinhead,you just went around beating up Pakistani 12-year-olds.Now it seems a prerequisite to be a fucking bum-boy!Ray:That's not gonna help you, man.Chloe:Ray, there's only blanks in that gun.Eirik, don't!Eirik:Now who's the fucking bum-boy?Ray:You, you fucking bum-boy!Chloe, what exactly is going on here?Eirik:I can't see! I can't see!Ray:Of course you can't fucking see!I just shot a blank in your fucking eyes!Is this fella your boyfriend?Eirik:No. I mean, he used to be.Ray:Well, what's he doing here?Chloe:We... We rob tourists, sometimes.Ray:I fucking knew it was too good to be true!I knew you'd have never shagged me, normally.Chloe:No! That's not true, I...I called it off tonight. I told him not to come tonight.Why did you come tonight?Eirik:Chloe, I can't see, I swear it!Ray:Stop whingeing like a big gay baby.I haven't had a shag in months!Eirik:I can't see out of this eye, Chloe! I have to go to the hospital!Chloe:I'll drive you.Ray:Great! Now the whole night's ruined!Chloe:No!You can stay if you want.I just don't know how long I'll be.Ray:I just knew someone like you would never like someone like me.I just knew. Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?Ray:You know, someone nice.Chloe:Call me. Please.Eirik:Chloe!Ray:Cha-ching!PUBKen:Have you got some sort of problem?Bartender:No, no problem.Four beers in 20 minutes. No problem.Ken:Fuck off.Midget:Beer and a red wine.Prostitute:I'll be back.Ken:How's the movie going?Midget:It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of rip-off fucking bullshit.Ken:Like, in a bad way?Your girlfriend's very pretty.Midget:She ain't my girlfriend.She's a prostitute I just picked up.Ken:Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.Midget:You just have to look in the right places.Brothels are good.Ken:Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.Midget:Thank you.Ken:You from the States?Midget:Yeah.But don't hold it against me.Ken:I'll try not to.Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.Ray:Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh?Ken:What sorrows? Ray:You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.One gay beer, please.Ken:How'd your date go?Ray:My date involved two instances of extreme violence.One instance of her hand on my cock and my finger up her thing,which lasted all too briefly. Isn't that always the way?One instance of me stealing five grams of her very-high-quality cocaine,and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead.So, all in all, my evening pretty much balanced out fine.Ken:You got five grams of coke?Ray:I've got four grams on me and one gram in me,which is why me heart is going like the clappers,as if I'm about to have a heart attack.So if I collapse any minute now, please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.Ken:Give us a gram, then.Ray:I thought you were laying off, because it makes you depressed?Ken:You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.Ray:Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?Midget:I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today.I wasn't waving hello to anybody, except maybe to a horse.Ray:Huh? What are you talking about?Midget:Just horseshit.Ray:You from America?Midget:Yeah. But don't hold it against me.Ray:Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?Are you from America, too?Prostitute:No, I'm from Amsterdam.Ray:Amsterdam.Amsterdam is just a load of bloody prostitutes, isn't it?Prostitute:Yes. That's why I came to Bruges.I thought I'd get a better price for my pussy here.Ray:Huh?You two are weird.Would you like some cocaine?I've also got some acid and some ecstasy.FIVE-STAR HOTELRay:Herve Villechaize, I know, did.The dwarf off, I think, The Time Bandits, did.Lots of midgets...Dwarves, top themselves.Hmm. Shitloads.Would you ever think about it?Midget:Huh?Ray:Would you ever think about killing yourself because you're a midget?Midget:Fuck, man! What kind of question is that?Ray:We're just chatting, aren't we?See, Ken.this is the kind of hotel Harry should have put us in.A five-star, with prostitutes in.You know, sometimes, I think Harry doesn't even give a shit about us at all.Has he still not called?Ken:No. Still hasn't called.Ray:No news is good news, eh?Ray:Who's she?Midget:There's gonna be a war, man.I can see it.There's gonna be a war between the blacksand between the whites.You ain't even gonna need a uniform no more.This ain't gonna be a war where you pick your side.Your side's already picked for you.Ray:And I know whose side I'm fighting on.I'm fighting with the blacks.The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!Midget:You don't decide this shit, man.Ray:Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?Midget:The blacks, man. That's obvious.Ray:But what about the Pakistanis?Midget:The blacks. Ray:What about...Think of a hard one.What about the Vietnamese?Midget:The blacks!Ray:Well, I'm definitely fighting with the blacks if they've got the Vietnamese.So, hang on.Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?Midget:Yeah.Ray:That would make a good film!Midget:You don't know how much shit I've had to take off of black midgets, man.Ray:That's...Undeniably true.Ken:See, Jimmy,my wife was black.And I loved her very much.And in 1976, she was murdered by a white man. So...Where the fuck am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage?Midget:Did they get the guy who did it?Ken:A friend of mine got him.Ray:Harry Waters got him.Ken:So tell me, Jim,whose side do I fight on in this wonderful war?Midget:I think you need to weigh up all your options and let your conscience decide, Ken.Ken:Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf.I think I'm heading home.Ray:Yeah. I think I'll come with you.Midget:What's... Ray:Back off, shorty!Midget:You don't know karate.Ken:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Ray:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Shortarse!YURI'S HOMEKen:Meeting Yuri.Yuri:Yes, I'm Yuri.Yuri:Mr. Waters said that might be necessary.There are a lot of alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.You use this word, "alcoves"?Ken:"Alcoves"? Yes. Sometimes.Yuri:There are not many people around in these alcoves in Christmastime.If I were to murder a man, I would murder him here.Are you sure this is the right word, "alcoves"?Ken:"Alcoves," yes. It's kind of like "nooks and crannies."Yuri:"Nooks and crannies," yes. Perhaps this would be more accurate."Nooks and crannies," rather than "alcoves." Yeah.Yuri:You are going to do it, aren't you? Mr. Waters will be very disappointed...Ken:Of course I'm going to fucking do it.It's what I do.HOTLEMarie:Your friend was behaving rather oddly this morning.Ken:Oddly? How?Marie:Well, he asked me about the baby,and if I wanted a boy or a girl.I said I didn't mind as long as it's healthy, of course.But then he gave me 200 euros to give to the baby.I refused, obviously, but he was quite insistent.Would you give it back to him when you see him?I don't want to appear ungrateful,but it seemed like all the money he had.Ken:Do you know where he is now?Marie:He said he was going to the park.PARKKen:Sorry, Ray.Ken:I'm sorry.Ken:Ray, don't!Ray:Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?Ken:I was behind the thing.What the fuck are you doing, Ray?Ray:What the fuck are you doing?Ken:Nothing.Ray:Oh, my God!You were gonna kill me. Ken:No, I wasn't.You were gonna kill yourself! Ray:What?I'm allowed to.Ken:No, you're not!Ray:What?I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?Ken:Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?Ken:I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.Ray:You fucking looked like you were gonna go fucking through with it.Where'd you get that gun?Ken:A friend of Harry's.Ray:Fuck, man.Let me see it.Silencer, too.Nice.Mine's a bloody girl's gun.Ken:I'm keeping it. Ray:Pardon me?Give me me gun back. Ken:You're not getting it back.You're a suicide case.Ray:And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.Ken:You're not getting that gun back.Ray:A great day this has turned out to be.I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me,me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.Ken:Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.Ray:Back to England?Ken:You can't go back to England, Ray. You'd be a dead man!Ray:I want to be a dead man.Have you been missing something?Ken:You don't want to be a dead man, Ray.Ray:I killed a little boy!Ken:Then save the next little boy.Just go away somewhere,get out of this business and try to do something good.You're not gonna help anybody dead.You're not gonna bring that boy back.But you might save the next one.Ray:What am I gonna be, a doctor?You need exams.Ken:Do anything, Ray. Do anything.ROOM(Dear Ken,I went to the park so she wouldn't have to clean it up.Ray)Ray:What a wanker!Ken:He said this whole trip,this whole being in Bruges thing,was just to give you one last, joyful memory before you died.Ray:In Bruges?The Bahamas, maybe.Why fucking Bruges?Ken:I suppose it's cheaper.TRAIN STATIONRay:The rest of the acid and the ecstasy.Can I have me gun back, please?What am I gonna do, Ken?What am I gonna do? Ken:Just keep moving.Keep on moving.Try not to think about it.Learn a new language, maybe?Ray:Sure, I can hardly do English.That's one thing I like about Europe, though.You don't have to learn any of their languages.Ken:Just forget about home for a while.See how the land lies in six years, seven years.Seven years is not that long.Ray:It's longer than that boy got.Me first fucking job.Great hitman I turned out to be.Ken:Some people just aren't cut out for it, Ray.Ray:Are you?Ray:When are you going back to England?Ken:I'll head back in a couple of hours or something.Ray:Harry's not gonna be mad at you, is he? For letting me go?Ken:I'll sort out Harry.Ray:Just tell him I'll have probably killed meself in a fortnight, anyway.Ken:You won't, will you, Ray?Ken:Harry? It's Ken.Listen to this noise.Do you know what that is?Yeah, I know you know it's a train.Do you know what train?Well, it's a train that Ray just got on,and he's alive and he's well,and he doesn't know where he's going and neither do I.So if you need to do your worst, do your worst.You've got the address of the hotel. I'll be here waiting.Because I've got to quite like Bruges, now.It's like a fucking fairytale or something.HARRY'S HOMEHarry's wife:Harry.Harry's wife:Harry!Harry:What?Harry's wife:It's an inanimate fucking object.Harry:You're an inanimate fucking object!Harry:Now, you lot be good for your mummy and lmamoto, okay?'Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.Harry's wife:Where are you going?Harry:I've got to go to Bruges.Harry's wife:Bruges? Where's that?Harry:It's in Belgium.Harry's wife:Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?Harry:'Cause I've got to sort something out.Harry's wife:Is it something to do with the phone?Harry:It's something to do with Ken.It's a matter of honor.Harry's wife:Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?Harry:Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honor!Harry's wife:You are bringing the fellas with you?Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you.Harry.Harry:I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object.I was upset.ON THE TRAINPolice:You're Irish? Ray:Yes.Police:What is your name?Ray:Derek Perlurrl.Police:You hit the Canadian.You hit the Canadian.Ray:I "heet" the Canadian?I don't know what you're talking about.Canadian:That's him! That's the motherfucker.Police:You hit the Canadian, yeah?Ray:Canadian? Shit.Police:We're taking you back to Bruges. Ray:Brilliant.YURI'S HOMEHarry:Aye aye.Yuri:Take your pick, Mr. Waters.Harry:An Uzi?I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles.I didn't come here to shoot20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by.I want a normal gun for a normal person.Yuri:I knew he wouldn't kill the guy.I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.Harry:About the what? Yuri:The alcoves.The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.Oh, I also have some dumdums.You use this word, "dumdums"?The bullets that make the head explode?Harry:Dumdums, yeah.Yuri:Would you like some of these dumdums?Harry:I know I shouldn't,but I will.Eirik:Motherfucker.Harry:Is he talking to me?Yuri:No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters.Your young friend blinded him last night.Harry:Ray did?Eirik:I was trying to rob him and he took my gun from me.And the gun was full of blanks,and he shot the blank into my eye.And now, I cannot see from this eye ever again,the doctors say.Harry:Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.Eirik:What?Harry:I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,and you allow your gun to be taken off you,and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank,for which I assume the person has to get quite close to you, then,yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof.So why don't you stop whingeing and cheer the fuck up?Yuri:Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.Eirik:I thought you wanted the guy dead?Harry:I do want the guy dead. I want him fucking crucified.But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind, little gay boy. Does it?Thanks for the gun, Yuri.SQUAREHarry:Well?Ken:The boy is suicidal, Harry.He's a walking dead man.Keeps going on about Hell and purgatory...Harry:When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,"Ken, will you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist, please?"No. What I think I asked you was,"Could you go blow his fucking head off for me?""He's suicidal"?I'm suicidal. You're suicidal. Everybody's fucking suicidal!We don't all keep going on about it!Has he killed himself yet?No. So he's not fucking suicidal, is he?Ken:He put a loaded gun to his head this morning.I stopped him. Harry:He... What?This gets fucking worse!Ken:We were down in the park...Harry:Let me get this right. You were down in the park?What's that got to do with fucking anything?Let me get this right.Not only have you refused to kill the boy,you've even stopped the boy from killing himself,which would have solved my problem,which would have solved your problem,which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.Ken:It wouldn't have solved his problem.Harry:Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise,I wouldn't have thought twice.I'd have killed myself on the fucking spot.On the fucking spot.I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!Ken:That's you, Harry.The boy has the capacity to change.The boy has the capacity to do something decent with his life.Harry:Excuse me, Ken. I have the capacity to change.Ken:Yeah, you do.You've the capacity to get fucking worse!Harry:Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!Ken:Harry, let's face it.And I'm not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you're a cunt.You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt.And the only thing that's gonna change is you're gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That's going overboard, mate!Ken:I retracted it, didn't I?Still leaves you being a cunt.Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.Harry:Where's Ray now?Ken:Oh, right about now, Ray is in one or other of the one million towns in mainland Europe it's possible to be in, other than here.POLICE OFFICERay:I'll get all the money back to you soon as I get through to me friend.Chloe:It's not a problem, Raymond.Ray:And I'll get all your acid and your ecstasy back to you, too.Chloe:English humor!SQUAREHarry:I'm assuming you've got your gun on you.Ken:That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, isn't he?Harry:He does yoga.Ken:"The alcoves."Harry:Was he going on to you about the alcoves?Ken:"The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park." Harry, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.It's a bit crowded round here, you know?Harry:Well, I'm not gonna have a shootout in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?Not to mention the other nationalities,just on their holidays. Ken:Hmm.To see the swans and the Gothic and all the fairytale stuff, eh?Harry:Are you trying to fucking wind me up?Ken:No, Harry.Harry:On top of calling me a cunt and calling me kids cunts.I might just have to fucking shoot you right here.Christ!Ken:Let's go up the bell tower.Be quiet up there this time of evening.Let's go up there.Ray:Yeah. Canadians.I feel a bit bad.They didn't kill John Lennon, did they?Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.Chloe:Are you going to turn up? Ray:Don't know.What have I got to stay for really?Chloe:The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in all of your stupid life.Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Ken:No way. It's supposed to be open till 7:00.Clerk:The tower is usually open until 7:00.Yesterday an American had a heart attack up the tower.Today the tower is closed.Harry:Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.We're only gonna be 20 minutes.Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Understand, Englishman?Ray:Jimmy, I've been wanting to say I'm really sorry for karate-chopping you the other night.That was way out of order.Midget:You know, Ray,I'd find it easier to believe and forgive you, somehow,if the two of you weren't laughing straight in my fucking face!It's for the goddamn movie, man.Ken:It is a nice town, Harry.I'm glad I got to see it.I didn't mean to be taking the piss out of it being a fairytale place.It is a fairytale place.It really is. Harry:Hmm.It's just a shame it's in Belgium, really.But then you figure if it wasn't in Belgium,if it was somewhere good,there'd be too many people coming to see it.It would spoil the whole thing.Ken:Well, I'm glad I got to see it before I died.Harry:What are you doing?What are you fucking doing?Ken:I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.Harry:All right, then I'm blowing your fucking head off.Don't come over all Gandhi. What are you fucking doing?Ken, stop messing about, please.Pick up your gun. I know I'm going to beat you anyway'cause you're a spaz, but... Ken:Harry,I'm totally in your debt.The things that have gone between us in the past,I love you unreservedly for all that.Harry:What?Ken:For your integrity.For your honor.I love you.The boy had to be let go.The boy had to be given a chance.And if to do that, I had to say,"Fuck you, and fuck what I owe you,"and fuck everything that's gone on between us,"then that's what I had to do.But I'm not fighting you.And I accept, totally, everything you've got to do.I accept it. Totally.Harry:Oh, yeah?Ken:Yeah.Harry:Well, you say all that fucking stuff,I can't fucking shoot you now, can I?Ken:It's entirely up to you, Harry.It's entirely your call.All I'm saying is I'm not fighting.Ken:Oh, you fucking cunt!Harry:Look, I'm not gonna do nothing to you just 'cause you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell.Ken:Like who? Harry:Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth!Ken:My fucking leg!Midget:The psycho dwarf turns out to just be a loveable little schoolboy,and it's all some kind of Boschian nightmare.Kiss my ass!Ray:I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?Midget:I wasn't...I wasn't talking about...Ray:There's gonna be a war between all the blacks and all the whites.And all the black midgets and all the white midgets,which would actually be really good.Midget:That's just cocaine.Ray:He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!Midget:That's just cocaine.Listen, we're filming down by the pointy building tonight.It might actually be good for once.You guys should come along.Chloe:We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.Midget:That's how it is!In another life.Ray:They're great, aren't they?You didn't. You didn't!Eirik:Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?Harry:Who's that? Eirik:It's Eirik.Harry:The blind boy? Eirik:Yeah.Yes.Harry:What do you fucking want?Eirik:The guy you're looking for,the guy Ray, he's downstairs at the bar.Harry:I'm sorry, Ken.Harry:But you can't kill a kid and expect to get away with it.Harry:You just can't.Harry:Where? Eirik:To the left when you come out.The bar to the left.Ray:Ken!Ray:Ken! Ken!Ken:Harry's here.Ray:What?Ken:Take my gun.Ray:Ken?Where's my gun?Where's my gun?Ken:I'm gonna die now, I think.Ray:Oh, Ken!Jesus!HOTELRay:Put that gun away, right now!Marie:Mr. Blakely said you had left.Ray:I need the key to the room right now.Quickly, now!And you gotta go home right now.It's very, very dangerous here.All right? Go home! Right now! Marie:Okay.Marie:No, I won't let you up there!Harry:Lady, get out of my fucking way, please.Marie:No, I won't. I won't get out of your way.You'll have to go through me.Harry:Well, obviously, I'm not gonna through you, am I,with a baby and that? I'm a nice person.But could you just get out of the fucking way, please?Ray:Marie!Just let him come up, it's okay.Harry, swear not to start shooting until she's left the hotel.Harry:I swear not to start shooting till she's left the hotel.I totally swear.Marie:Well, I'm not going anywhere.This is my hotel.So you can fuck off!Harry:I suppose you've got a gun up there? Ray:Yeah.Harry:Then what are we gonna do? We can't stand here all night.Marie:Why don't you both put your guns down and go home?Harry:Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.Ray:Harry, I've got an idea. Harry:What?Ray:My room faces onto the canal, right?I'm gonna go back to me room, jump into the canal,see if I can swim to the other side and escape.Harry:Right. Ray:If you go outside and round the corner,you can shoot at me from there and try and get me.That way, we leave this lady and her baby out of the whole, entire thing.Harry:Do you completely promise to jump into the canal?I don't want to run out there, come back in 10 minutes and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.Ray:I completely promise, Harry.I'm not gonna risk having another little kid die, am I? Harry:So, hang on, I go outside,then I go which way, right or left?Ray:You go right, don't you?You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!Harry:All right. Jesus! I've only just got here, haven't I?Okay. On a count of "one, two, three, go," okay?Ray:Okay.Ray:What? Who says it?Harry:Oh, you say it.Marie:You guys are crazy.Ray:Are you ready? Harry:Ready.Ray:Set? Harry:Set.Ray:One, two, three, go!ON THE CANALRay:Keep driving!Ray:No way. You're way too far away.Ray:The little boy.Harry:That's right, Ray.The little boy.Harry:Oh.Harry:I see.Ray:No, Harry.Ray:He's not...Harry:You've got to stick to your principles.There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.And I thought, "If I survive all this,"I'll go to that house, apologize to the mother there,"and accept whatever punishment she chose for me."Prison, death, it didn't matter.Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know,I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges.But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized,"Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is."The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!"And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.ENDhttp://www.douban.com/note/24344026/?post=ok#last

在深夜里伴随着片子里的歌《Thugs Passing in the Night》来长评下IN BRUGES。

剧本5分 演员5分 配乐5分 背景5分 黑色幽默5分 侏儒5分 中文名5分像我这种俗人，之前完全是冲着拉尔夫才来看此片。

以为是一部动作激情啪啪啪上来各种好枪法各种杀人各种血溅各种英雄主义的大烂俗片，结果一口气顺畅看下来之后，出乎我意料，其在我心中地位马上荣升至目前TOP3。

杀手没有假期这名起的霸气小清新。

杀手本不应该有假期，职责就应该是杀杀杀，而开片两个杀手正在度一个莫名其妙的假——在布鲁日。

对雷来说，没有工作可干，因错杀小男孩而神经兮兮焦焦虑虑承受极大痛苦地在这个鸟不拉屎的地方。

对本来说，布鲁日是个fucking的度假好地方，因为它到处都是艺术。

拉尔夫在电影后半段才出现，着实让我捉急。

这个有原则的变态杀手头头。

一出现变态气场震慑了我，又砸电话又对妻子吼的。

PS：拉尔夫声线很迷人，老了依然帅。

中间穿插的几个小人物，每个人在整个剧本中所起到的作用都太TM到位了，都不多余都对剧情的发展和衔接有帮助而且TMD让人印象深刻！

A：有孕在身A：坚持职责，不收额外加钱的景点门卫。

B：三个想要登塔顶的有尊严的胖子。

C：不屑拍的电影乐于嗑合成药找妓女活得很自在的侏儒 D：被雷一见钟情的后来很爱雷的女人。

E：一对干净较真儿的加拿大夫妇。

F：被打瞎一只眼的小瘪三。

G：练瑜伽的供枪人。

泪点：1，本杀雷未果，雷自杀未遂之后（那个跟本一起过去的长镜头和最后两人都没开枪那一下我猛惊一下），两人对话，雷释放压抑而哭。

2，艺术而博爱的本整个死的艺术而博爱的过程。

整得我都很悲伤很同情这些有情有义有良心有原则的杀手们了。

求解：知道雷没有离开布鲁日那一瞬间，为什么哈里和本都要杀对方？

是因为哈里很有原则然后本知道哈里很有原则（哈里要把雷和本都杀了）的吗？

“你们简直都疯了！

”这是影片结尾处两位职业杀手在持枪对峙时，挡在他们之间的酒店女老板发出的惊呼！

显然，作为一个习惯了平静的小城生活的比利时女人，她可能永远理解不了这些人的行为逻辑。

而本片恰恰就是一部以英国式的黑色喜剧手法讲述关于职业杀手的奇特的不为人知的职业信条、尊严，以及灵魂救赎的电影。

年轻的英国职业杀手雷（法瑞尔）因刚刚在教堂枪杀神父时误杀一位小男孩而内心倍受煎熬。

杀手头目沃特（费因斯）因此特意安排肯（格里斯）陪同他离开英国到比利时小城布鲁日纾解心情。

雷显然不喜欢布鲁日，特别是不喜欢布鲁日的教堂。

但在一部黑色风格的英国电影当中，过分压抑的角色性格制造不出喜剧效果。

雷无论如何苦闷彷徨，都必须要遇到让他感兴趣的人。

这两个人一个是美女，一个是侏儒。

黑帮杀手电影中，枪手爱上无辜女子几乎已经成为的定式。

但本片导演却通过独特人物塑造以喜剧手法对其进行了颠覆。

餐厅初次约会一场戏中，男女双方相互吸引增进了解的方式已不再是通过传统的烛光音乐和甜言蜜语，而是以一种古怪性格驱使下的斗智来推动。

先是雷用极其粗鲁的言语表达了对布鲁日这个城市的极端厌恶，而女人则平静的回应自己就是当地人。

可出乎意料地是对方没有按照常理道歉而是进一步强调了这种厌恶感。

于是在女人的诧异反应下，第一回合男人占了上风。

接下来，当雷试图要讲一个比利时笑话调节气氛时，女人的再次的严肃表态却真的让他有些坐立不安了。

可在他鼓起勇气道歉后，女人却又扑哧一笑说刚才是开玩笑的。

第二回合，女人完胜。

而之后女人职业的曝光也是一种颠覆：工作远没有其人长得那么纯情。

甚至可以说并不比雷的更体面。

好在这种“门当户对”并没影响两人的亲密关系的发展。

可随之而来的激情好戏却被持空枪闯入的第三者所搅局。

于是，一个由“空包弹”所引发的血案，为整部影片的黑色结局埋下了伏笔。

正在比利时拍戏的美国侏儒虽然不是主要角色，却成为本片导演渲染英国式喜剧风格最重要的工具之一。

此人奇特的身体特征，与其强烈的种族主义倾向、丰富的招妓经验等行为举止形成了反差对比，并以此产生了强烈的喜剧效果。

而即使是他的国籍也没有被导演放过。

按照传统，出现在一部英国电影中美国人自然免不了成为被嘲讽的对象。

这方面的例子不胜枚举。

不过印象最深的恐怕还是《第三个人》中的霍利·马丁。

在为特意为其主办的文学讲台上，这位美国西部通俗文学作家竟然对欧洲文学和意识流等一无所知。

让会议主办者和观众大失所望。

在本片中，导演则用侏儒的一句口头禅表达了他对这个另类英国电影传统的致敬：每当被对方问及他是否是美国人时，他总要板起面孔来严肃地告诫对方：不要拿这个来修理我！

当然，警告是失效的，他还是被修理了。

可如果要认为侏儒的作用仅仅就是搞笑那你就错了。

这一角色本身所具有的重要而隐蔽的叙事功能直到影片结尾才最终揭晓。

对于本片的这个黑色结局，姑且不去探讨设计的是否有些刻意，仅凭编导能够充分挖掘作品中角色的叙事潜能这一点就值得赞许。

本人一直认为，即使是在一部反映宿命论思想的作品当中，命运所主宰的突变情节也不该脱离铺垫、伏笔等叙事手段而孤立存在。

换而言之，必须要尽量避免诸如某人在一切尽在掌握后却突然被疾驰而过汽车撞死之类的模式。

因为这种处理方式本质上和被滥用的画外音一样都属于编导在江郎才尽的情况下的一种投机取巧。

正是基于此，本人才非常不喜欢伍迪艾伦的《赛末点》的结局。

戒指作为一个决定主人公命运的重要母题，立意的确不错。

但错在与之产生联系的是个从未出现过无名歹徒，而不是像本片一样是个观众所熟悉的角色。

或许在最终的效果上，二者的差别不会很大，但凭空引入一个人物或一场事故，却使观众失去了更高级的审美感受。

黑色是本片的主色调，杀手的日常工作程序也充满了英国式的黑色幽默。

肯在接听上级电话时，对方明明是要向肯传达暗杀命令却不直说，而要顾左右而言它地闲扯布鲁日的天气和景致；向他们提供武器的当地人士，则似乎根本不关心枪械质量或子弹数量，而是热衷于与对方探讨英语语法的问题。

本片最黑色同时也是最出人意料的情节，发生在肯持枪走到目标背后准备开枪之后。

他当时做出的那矛盾的近于荒谬的行为，在特定故事和人物背景下反倒显得如此真实合理，甚至感人！

影片差强人意的情节设计是雷的“去而复返”，以及最后的当街追杀。

特别是之前的公园、之后的塔楼两段高潮的反衬下，更有敷衍之感。

三位主要演员的的表演比较到位，但没有达到本人对于英国黑色喜剧中的角色塑造的期待。

但这也不能完全怪演员。

在世界电影日益写实风格影响下，想要再看到亚力克·吉尼斯在《仁心与冠冕》中那种八面玲珑的高度戏剧化的喜剧表演已是一种奢望。

对了，已是短短一个月内第二次在欧美电影中看到孩子成为杀人不眨眼的犯罪份子的行为禁忌的故事（《刺杀据点》中横在绑架美国总统的凶残的西班牙极端份子面前而不可逾越的是一个小女孩。

那部电影的矫情之处正在于此：女人往主席台底扔定时炸弹时，难道现场就没有儿童吗？

）。

对于此种巧合，本人不想从太正面的社会人文的角度去解读，而更愿意将其归为一种西方式的伪善。

你只要去想一下伊拉克战争中被美军以各种借口枪杀的儿童数量，便不难得出这一结论。

《在布鲁日》绝对是部后劲很足的电影。

虽然还不至于冲动到马上打开订票软件订一张去布鲁日的机票，但却时不时想起那座大雾笼罩楼梯很窄的塔楼，两张单人床的临河房间，艺术馆里三幅血淋淋的画，河道和广场的小桌，法瑞尔那张忧伤的脸，和他那像迎风乱舞的气球人一样360度扭动的眉毛。

《在布鲁日》也是一部很难定义的电影。

有血浆和断肢，枪击，谋杀儿童，迷幻药；有非常越界的黑色幽默和令人不适的笑话，嘲讽"都有自杀倾向的"侏儒、超重美国人、黑人女性；有宗教映射，神性的城市，以“惩罚”为主题的绘画，被枪杀的神父，教堂里保存的圣血；也有黑吃黑，追与逃，有悲剧的宿命论，情绪和情感，父子关系，甚至还有点空间来一段浪漫剧情。

这些过于丰富的类型元素，还有藏在台词中的耍机灵、掉书袋，让《在布鲁日》像四五部影片的集合，牢牢勾住又放大观众的情绪。

跳跃在悲剧喜剧甚至闹剧之间，影片带来了一种很新奇又略带割裂的体验，就像Ray游走在悲伤和愤怒之间一样，观众也被迫在情绪之间转换，时哭时笑，时而不适于血腥场面的尺度，时而为自己被政治不正确的笑话逗笑而感到隐秘的内疚。

出身剧院的麦克唐纳，是操纵语言和情绪的高手。

他剧作中的台词是出了名地有趣而富有音乐感，常利用人物的音调变化和不断重复，营造出一种有来有回的对峙。

比如Ken和Ray谈论之前的一次误杀经历，Ken举例说有可能他误杀的那个lolipop man（引导小朋友们过马路的一种工作）会空手道，那就成了纯粹的自卫行为。

两人有了这样一段对话：

Ray: You said he was a lolipop man ?!Ken: He was a lolipop man.Ray: What's a lolipop man doing on fucking karate?!Ken: I'm just saying.Ray: How old is he ?Ken: 50.Ray: What's a 50 years old lolipop man doing in fuckin karate ?! What was he a Chinese lolipop man ?!读麦克唐纳的剧作集和剧本后才进一步发现，他真的很喜欢用"?!"这个充满惊叹和反讽意味的标点符号。

这段对话中Ray通过抬高音调和重复Ken刚说过的话，对Ken不恰当的想象进行无情的拆穿，颇有点日系吐槽的味道。

《在布鲁日》中还有许多这样的片段，比如Ray在餐厅揍完（他以为的）美国人以后大喊“That's for John Lennon, Yankee fucking cunt!“，或是在约会的时候自以为是地调侃比利时的儿童虐杀案，这些以死亡和悲剧为话题的尴尬幽默，和一堆充斥着刻板印象却又被演绎得无比好笑的笑话，构成了麦克唐纳笔下的对话，总是让人当场笑出来，却又马上讪讪地怀疑自己是不是不厚道。

虽然是不可否认的好笑，这大段大段的政治不正确幽默却也为《在布鲁日》招来了大量恶评。

诚然这些笑话会让部分人群感到不舒服和被冒犯，然而正如麦克唐纳《枕头人》中主角作家卡图兰发问，“就因为现实世界里真的有小孩被杀，你就不准我在书里写小孩被杀吗”一样，讲故事的人只是在讲故事，他不必为所有听众的不适负责，而我们内心的那部分阴暗面，就留给我们自己在大笑后自省吧。

《在布鲁日》另一被大肆批判的元素，是过于铺张的血腥和暴力。

麦克唐纳将主角设置为杀手已经一定程度缓解了一些暴力的无因性，但直到之后的《三块广告牌》时，他才找到了弗兰纳里·奥康纳这把为暴力背书的万能钥匙，将暴力和崇尚暴力真正地合理化，做出了不割裂不拧巴的一部作品。

这是一段令人蛮振奋和欣慰的后话。

除开精妙的对话，麦克唐纳也是写人物的高手。

虽然Buddy film这样的搭配形式已经太过常见，麦克唐纳却能用充分的银幕时间去细细展现了人物的状态和心理，让Ken和Ray这样一对有点脱线的老少杀手，成为了银幕上继抱盆栽的大叔、穿西装的话痨之后深入人心的杀手形象代言人。

外观像个不太得志的理工科大学讲师的Ken，一下火车就开始了认真的观光。

杀手观光客这个身份设置本来就有种反差趣味，而Ken的不苟言笑和要打卡每个景点的那股子坚持，让他显得更加有种格格不入的好笑。

而没耐心的Ray，脚一沾到布鲁日的土地就拧着眉毛开始抱怨这是个"shithole"，又在看到电影片场的时候高兴得像个上蹿下跳的孩子。

两个人物初来乍到时的这第一层描写，就已经相当有层次。

而对于两人精神状态的进一步观察，在揭示了Ray的心结和Ken的真正任务后逐渐展开，我们才能看到Ken的同理心和纠结，Ray百转千回的痛苦，和两人类似师徒，父子，和玩伴的关系。

杀手老板Harry，在剧情的前三分之二都只活在信件和电话中。

但这并不代表他的人物发展被耽搁了，信里满溢的脏字儿，电话里咄咄逼人的口气，都在塑造一个暴戾又原则至上的反派形象。

当他的脸顺着电话线出现在景框之中，Harry立马贡献了一段摔电话和安抚孩子的戏码，增添他属于黑帮老大和慈爱父亲的人物厚度。

当他驾临布鲁日，我们也能更多看到他的原则，他更人性的情感，和他在紧张追击中拿出一张地图的路痴属性。

麦克唐纳之前的剧作作品常被贴上黑暗的标签，弑父、弑母、虐杀儿童和自杀是反复出现的主题，人物常处于道德困境之中。

而《在布鲁日》中，每个人物也都面临着没有正确答案的道德难题，做出了必然的选择，付出了必需的代价。

Ray在第一次出任务时意外射杀了一个正在祈祷的小男孩。

还保持着跪姿的男孩手里轻握着一张纸片，上面列着他请求上帝原谅的三条罪孽：容易生气，数学不好，容易悲伤。

酿下大错的Ray从此背上了宿命论的诅咒，小男孩的三条罪孽开始生长为Ray的一部分。

让他杀一个人他却杀了两个，这当然是数学不好，而在整部影片中，Ray都又生气又悲伤，极度情绪化极度没有安全感，最终企图以自杀的方式寻求救赎。

而Ray或许没意识到的是，他身上还有另外一条诅咒，而这条诅咒的应验，是他自身行为的连环效应带来的必然结果。

不计后果的两次打架，让他在快离开布鲁日时被命运的引力拽了回来，最终被困在这个他在地球上最厌恶的地方。

我相信影片最后Ray是死去了的，死在他最厌恶的布鲁日，让这个自作自受的宿命链成为一个漂亮的闭环。

Ken面对道德选择时，也经历过一番纠结，最终被Ray的求死意志给动摇了立场。

Ken或许相信，当一个人愿意用死来弥补他的错误时，他已经罪不至死了。

得出了结论的Ken想必对自己是很满意的，所以当他不得不付出这个坚定选择背后的相应代价时，他几乎没有犹豫。

口袋里没花出去的硬币成了开路钱，叮当叮当地落在石板地上，Ken站在大雾中才意识到，Ray或许是对的，那些建筑在地面上就能看得见。

Harry是三人中面对道德困境最坚定的，他已经建立起了一套完整的道德体系，所以矜矜业业亲力亲为地追杀下属，在对自己处刑时也毫不犹豫。

但最讽刺的是，在他的标准下他自己本是无罪的，然而整个《在布鲁日》的剧本都在铺垫这最后的一个强力反转，Harry就只能带着他的高贵含笑九泉。

来到剧场之外，麦克唐纳终于有了舞台和聚光灯之外的视觉工具，而他用柔和的光和褪色油画般的色彩去还原了一个神性的布鲁日。

这个故事不再只是黑暗的，而是黑暗与温柔并存，血与柔美的河水，夺命追逃和慢速的游船，枪声和那首洗脑的钢琴主题曲，都同时出现在这个巨大的舞台上。

Ken和Ray参观的美术馆中有这样一幅画，法官向代表死神的骷髅递上纸片，那是他在人间最后的一笔债。

最后的最后，三个人都为自己的行为和选择付出了代价，Ken洒下了金币，Ray倒在了片场梦幻的雪地，而Harry伦敦家中的那棵圣诞树下，堆着再也不会被打开的礼物。

审判日最终谁也逃不过，我们只能祈祷当惩罚到来时，我们能在一个完美的地方，能在布鲁日。

前不久，我在布鲁日看了《在布鲁日》。

布鲁日是一个美丽的比利时小城，也是保存完好的一个古城。

它应该是比利时风格的典范，而不是已经国际化的布鲁塞尔。

布鲁日号称小威尼斯，却没有威尼斯那样商业化，片中出现的许多场景我都刚刚去过，因此颇有共鸣：诸如运河边的风景和游船，广场上的彩色房子和高高的钟楼，装有耶稣的血的圣血教堂…… 这里有几张片中的截图和我在布鲁日的实拍对比，些许照片角度不太一样，但可以认出是一个地方。

【图见 http://www.saoyuying.com/2011/11/in-bruges/】影片从一段凄美的钢琴旋律中揭幕，随后这段旋律也贯穿了整部电影，或用管乐重复，或用男中音吟唱，忧郁冰冷，凄美婉转，衬托出了本片的两大特色：布鲁日的美丽风景和英国人的冷感。

是的，这是一部在比利时布鲁日拍摄的英国片。

英国人的特点就是冷感和黑色幽默，从电影一开始的几个风光镜头就可以看出他们独特的视角，请看这位安详的狗君：本片的主角Ray的演员是科林·法瑞尔，一个长相颇似布拉德·皮特的爱尔兰演员，尤其是发扬光大了布皮傻和囧的一面。

在本片中他时常翘着八字眉，一副傻样，浓重的爱尔兰口音，这样的形象却是一个年轻的杀手，可谓绝对的土鳖级活宝。

男二号Ken的饰演者布莱丹·格里森也算是老牌英国演员了，他是年长的杀手，在杀人如麻之余又颇有人文情怀。

这样一老一少两个杀手在风光旖旎布鲁日观光自然有不少喜感。

一个赞叹这座宁静美丽的城市和其丰富的历史底蕴，另一个则坚决的认为这里是shithole。

而男三号Harry（拉尔夫·费因斯）则更是阴阳怪气的代表。

满口用来做动词名词形容词副词的fxxk组成的絮絮叨叨不紧不慢的超级长句是他的典型表达方式，他还死守着一些莫名其妙的规则，其中最明显的就是杀人随便杀，但是杀了小孩就必须偿命。

除了3位男主角，本片自然也少不了女性，和Ray演对手戏的女一号相比，我更喜欢那个文雅美貌的旅馆女老板，绝对让人舒服的美女，又绝无美式的俗气。

在关键时刻，她还表现出了她的正直和坚强，让她更加美丽。

冷感的英国人自然少不了刻薄的冷幽默。

在片里英国人先后歧视了肥胖的美国人，并把仇恨记在了美国人枪杀了约翰·列侬的账上，揶揄了过度环保的加拿大人，有过虐童丑闻的比利时人，以及比利时人的英语口音（I heet/hit the Canadian?）。

当然也不忘挖苦一下英国自己的某城市（托特纳姆？

和导演有仇大概），反复无厘头的提及好斗的越南人，在互相追杀的时候还要商量保证自己一定会跳进运河，最后不忘赞美一句“布鲁日真漂亮，要是不在比利时就好了”。

片中还有不少对话很能反映这种冷感：“You’re from America?”“Yes. But don’t hold it against me.”“I’ll try.”Ken和一个侏儒的对话。

侏儒的自卑不在于自己是侏儒，而是自己的美国人身份。

Harry（拉尔夫·费因斯）恼羞成怒的摔烂电话，妻子进来说“It’s an inanimate fucking object.”狂怒的Harry骂道“You are an inanimate fucking object!”事后道歉，还要强调一遍“I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate fucking object”这种把拗口的脏话反复念叨的方式还在其他地方可见，Ken和Harry唇枪舌剑，骂到了对方的孩子：Ken:Harry, let’s face it.And I’m not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you’re a cunt.You’re a cunt now, you’ve always been a cunt.And the only thing that’s gonna change is you’re gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That’s going overboard, mate!Ken:I retracted it, didn’t I?Still leaves you being a cunt.Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.黑体这句便是典型。

其他还有神经兮兮的比利时人纠结于“Alcove”这个词等等情节。

但这种幽默不是充斥着影片的各个角落，而是本片悲伤基调的点缀。

其实这部电影还有个中文名叫《杀手没有假期》。

随着情节的推进，这种悲情的忧郁气氛愈发浓厚，几个身为杀手的人心中的人性本质和他们的身份与经历不断的冲突。

Ray的痛苦是自己第一次工作的过失，无论如何也无法补救，深深的自责和不安其实才是这傻里傻气的神经兮兮的根源。

Ken做了半辈子杀手，似乎早已麻木，但偶尔唤起的对美好事物的赞叹还是令他不时触动，而老板的最新指令更是让他陷入了深深的矛盾之中。

Harry看似冷酷无情，其实也是个悲情人物，他被自己的规矩所束缚所奴役，他习惯了压抑自己的真实感情，也习惯压抑别人的。

他最后一次快乐的假期是在7岁，在布鲁日。

影片也没有详尽的理性的讨论这些，只是让观众感受到了他们内心的悲苦，融入在这冰冷美丽的布鲁日的圣诞节中。

本片用了一种很有特征的背景虚化的手法来处理画面，既浪漫化了这个城市和这个故事，又突出了人物内心的冲突：这种美感是贯穿每个细节的，而杀手的悲剧命运也是无处逃遁的，影片在Ray仰视着布鲁日圣诞节夜空中飘落的小雪中落幕。

女主角在影片中提到过“还没有过一部关于布鲁日好电影”，现在有了，就是这部《在布鲁日》，或者叫《杀手没有假期》。

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