第25小时

(镜子)FUCK YOU!Monty:Yeah,fuck you,too.Fuck me?Fuck you.Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it."No,no,no,no,no."Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money(草那些要钱的叫花子)，smiling at me behind my back(在他妈背后笑话我).Fuck the squeegee men(草那些擦玻璃的)dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.(弄脏我干净的挡风玻璃)Get a fucking job.(找个他妈的工作吧)Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis(草那些锡克教徒还有巴基斯坦人)bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,(开着破出租车在街上拉客)curry steaming out their pores,stinking up my day.(抽咖喱味从他们的毛孔渗出来，足足能熏我一天)Terrorists in fucking training.(想他妈的恐怖分子在训练)Slow the fuck down!（）...getting one of those operations(做个那样的手术)that elongate your penis.(能延长你的。。

)Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps,(草那些有着大胸肌，二头肌鼓鼓的同性恋)going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,(拉着手在我的公园和码头上走动)jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35!(在35频道晃动他们的dicks)Fuck the Korean grocers(草那些韩国卖杂货的)with their pyranmids of overpriced fruit(把那些抬高价的水果摆成金字塔)and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic.(还有那些郁金香和玫瑰绑在塑料袋里)Ten years in the country,still no speakee English.Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach.(草那些布莱顿海滩上的俄国人)Mobster thugs(黑手党) sitting in cafes,sipping tea in little glassessugar cubes between their teeth,wheelin'and dealin' and schemin'.(变卦，小心眼，算计人)Go back where you fucking came from.Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim(哈希点人)strolling up and down 47th Streetin their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,(穿着布满头屑的大长袍)selling South African apartheid diamonds."Come on. Your wife deserves this."Fuck the Wall Street brokers.Self-styled masters of the universe.Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckersfiguring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind.Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life.You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit?Give me a fucking break!Worldcom.(夸张的想法)Fuck the Puerto Ricans.Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls.Worst fucking parada(旅行) in the city.And don't even get me started on the Dominicans,'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.Who's this fuckin' guy?!Get the fuck outta here!Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair,(草那些布鲁克林区涂着发油的意大利人)their nylon warm-up suits,their St.Anthony medallions,(他们的尼龙厚衣服，带的圣安东尼大勋章)swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats(不可一世的挥舞着棒球棒叫嚣着)trying to audition for "The Sopranos."(好像要重演电影“女高音”)“Fuckin' crack your fuckin' head open!”(把你脑袋打开花)Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves(草那些高级住宅区，带着高级围巾的老妈子们)and their $50 Balducci artichoke.(还有他们50美元的洋？

)overfed faces getting pulled and lifted(把满脸的折子都拉平)and stretched all taut and shiny.You're not fooling anybody,sweetheart.Fuck the Uptown brothers.They never pass the ball,they don't want to play defense,they take five steps on every layup to the hoop,and then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man.Slavery ended 137 years ago.Move the fuck on.Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers(草那些贪污的警察)and their 41 shots,standing behind a blue wall of silence.You betray our trust!Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants.Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil.And while you're at it, fuck J.C.He got off easy--a day on the cross, a weekend in hell,and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.(可那些天使的赞歌却会永远不停)Try seven years in fucking otisville,J.Fuck osama bin Laden, Al Qaeda,(草你妈本拉登基地组织)and backward-ass cave-dwelling(还有那些山洞里的反古人)fundamentalist(正派主义) assholes everywhere.on the names of innocent thousands murdered,I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whoresroasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell.(在地狱里用飞机汽油生堆火过完下辈子)You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass.(你这个骑着骆驼带着白头巾的畜生过来亲我皇家爱尔兰屁股)Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery ,my best friend,judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.Fuck Naturelle Riviera.I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back.Sold me up the river.Fucking bitch.Fuck my father with his endless grief(悲叹),standing behind that bar,sipping on club soda,selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.Fuck this whole city and everyone in it,from the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue,from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho,from the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slopeto the split-levels in Staten Island,Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage,Let it burn to fucking ash,and then let the waters riseand submerge this whole rat-infested place.(最后让这个爬满蛀虫的地方沉入海底吧)No.No.Fuck you,Montgomery Brogan.You had it all,and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

　“　Monty（爱德华·诺顿 Edward Norton 饰）牵着他的狗在纽约散步，白天，他去了他以前就读的学校拜访了他的老友Jacob（菲利普·塞默·霍夫曼 Philip Seymour Hoffman 饰），Jacob在里面当英语老师，课上他的女学生Mary（安娜·帕奎 因 Anna Paquin 饰）非常活跃。

而Monty和Jacob的另一个好友Frank（巴里·佩珀 Barry Pepper 饰）则在公司忙碌地工作着。

事情的起因是某天的下午，Monty回到家，发现女友Naturalle（罗莎里奥·道森 Rosario Dawson 饰）在家门口等待许久。

两人正在浴缸里调情的时候，警察突然来敲他们的家门。

Monty藏在沙发里的毒品被发现。

因此他被起诉，被判入狱7年。

Monty离进监狱只剩下几个小时的时间了，他开始怀疑是不是女友出卖了他。

Monty去找了他的老爸，两人谈了很多很多，之后他们一群人去到酒吧，却意外地遇到了Jacob的女学生Mary。

24小时过去了，下一个小时开始，Monty就要开始他的监狱生涯...... ©豆瓣”这是豆瓣的影片介绍，我一直期待着那神奇的第“25小时”，但谁知道，影片也就此结束。

影片简介就能交代完的内容，竟然能扯上2个多小时！

里面很多段落，比如交易员和老板斗嘴、和同事争吵、辱骂散工，男主逛校园和老师的谈话，删掉对影片有影响么？

很多段落，比如三人相约去酒吧，从开始等男主到男主去见老大，将近30分钟缩短至5分钟对人物、对情节有影响么？

这影片究竟想表达什么？

我翻了以往影评，最高赞影评竟然是一段台词的复制。

可见这部又普通又冗长的片子乏味到什么程度！

除了强行夸Ed演技好，夸台词牛，实在没地方贴金了！

这就是部烂片！

都说不要看剧情片了完全看不下去我会说嘛整部剧我都跳着看诺顿了眼神温柔笑容魅惑高高瘦瘦一身黑衣。。。

还牵着狗要是在大街上有这么一位我一定着迷了好吗！

诺顿真是个不可思议的演员如果一部戏里有他你所有的目光都放在他身上很难注意到其他的演员看到凤姐我也不怕不怕了

[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it] Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. [pause] Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

将要结束了，这推搡着我一路向前的剥落时光。

刚刚还有人问我，要不要“跨年”，我说算了吧，跨了年，我好像就不再那么年轻了。

虽然并没有任何人来告诉我这一点，可这样的看法，如同那些迟早降落的渺茫一样，轻柔却是不离不弃地，握住了我的心。

还是一个人坐在写字台前，面对着满是污渍却无心擦拭的电脑屏幕，拧开几天前用八十张游戏奖票换来的矿泉水，目送着时间缓慢滑落，了无痕迹，也算是为自我的开脱。

击毙自己，不必到处搜寻手枪，或者祈祷命运的流弹，只消依赖于温热的躯体、纠缠于世界的疯狂、迷乱于万象的重华当中，就已经足够。

而当我把这一切安排停当，又突然在这新年之夜抽身而出的时候，环伺四周的，除了千万重的黑暗，就只剩下无论怎样疲惫和虚脱，也长驻眼窝的绝望。

这些天来，除了A片之外，也看了不少正规电影，虽然好像难得集中注意力一次性看完一部长片，却也咬着牙忘记后颈疼痛，伴随那些孤独的映画声响涉足不少漫长黑夜。

看片期间，我逐渐产生这样的想法：也许电影真的是更为先进的叙事或氛围营造形式，对于人物、形式感、情节、冲突、结构的组合与构架，远远比一个作家窝在家里鼓捣出的任何一部小说要来得复杂。

多种元素的重叠与矛盾，以及在拍摄与观影过程中那些无法调和的冲突，比之静态的视觉艺术或者文字作品，更接近于这个世界毫无头绪与逻辑的原貌。

就像深处人们内心的绝望，是的，原谅我总爱提到这位老朋友。

在我看过的所有文字里，无论怎样天花乱坠，所谓绝望和其他种种内心活动一样，都只是早已划定的情感疆界。

而有一部电影，《第二十五小时》，通过时空的延展和人物的外在变化，精确地描述了那样一个我深谙其味，却又无力诉说的败落世界。

关于整部电影，我想说的很多，首先我第一次知道了外国警察抓住了你犯罪，却不直接把你关进看守所，而是要体现人道主义放你一天假，让你第二天清早自行去报到。

还有作为单一民族国家的成员，又看惯了西方白种人的搔首弄姿，我实在无法接受片中主角女友那典型的苏丹-埃塞俄比亚人的外表。

即使有一个场景里她被设定为十八岁，还穿着格子呢短裙的校服坐在秋千上百无聊赖，这么齐备的要素，也无法在我空乏的头脑中幻化出一名福至心灵的LOLITA。

另外，我承认智力所限，或者是烂电影看得太多的缘故，对于这种叙事手法稍稍有点摆谱的片子，我无法不在第一次观看的时候产生很多误解，比如开始的时候竟然以为主角的两个朋友是坏蛋，正在谋划一项有害于他的罪恶活动。

而片中那条落难狗，是不是又在某种程度上隐喻着主角本身，我也看的是不甚了了。

当然，这些都不重要，甚至片中导演不无卖力的，对纽约这座奇怪的世界首都的悲剧情结的渲染也不那么重要。

重要的在于，我第一次在电影中找到这样贴合的共鸣，那种末日来临前，向你步步紧逼的——彻头彻尾，不可挽救的孤独。

面对庞大世界和匆匆人潮构成的铁般事实，深感自我的渺小与软弱。

以及最关键的，在这轮最毒的太阳还没升起之前，你已排除一切理智，认定自己会被烧成灰烬，这时所能做的，是在周遭路过的任何事物中间抓住什么，期望它能带你逃离，或者你能搭便车越界。

你已对不起，也不想要加入这现实生活，可你永远也没有那超人的力量，这时毁灭与放逐，就成了唯一的选择。

再也没有明天了，明天是属于别人的，而你只是不堪承受的，未曾谋面的重压与恐怖之下的齑粉。

那么逃开吧，你这被命运唾弃，却还以为在某一处能找得到怜悯的可怜虫。

去犯下那些匪夷所思的罪行，去败坏自己视若至宝的事物，所谓怯懦在这时最为真切，一旦生活出现不可弥合的裂痕，那就彻底毁坏、彻底夷灭，连同你苦心的经营或是一世的收藏。

当你已无可挽救，那就把你融化成汁的生活铸成另一柄尖刀，细细体味撕开咽喉的窒息，这种决绝的痛楚，就算只有一秒，你也会以为是永生的极乐。

至于以后，早就不是这样的人生所能够计算和掌控。

就像贩毒被查处，还有一个小时就得送上门去坐七年大牢的主角，彻底崩溃之后还能做什么？

恐惧是最后一刻才会排山倒海的巨兽，这时现实与想象的分野已不再清晰，而我内心与片中情绪场的烘托也终于抵达了一致：看着他瘫软在车厢里，漫无边际地幻想着洗心革面脱胎换骨的逃亡生涯，从最开始和老爸的惨然道别，到最后老情人竟然寻踪而至，重新开始世外桃源般的崭新人生。

屏幕前的我也终于不自觉讪笑片刻，如果不是被命运扼住了咽喉，怎会还有这样百转千回而终究柳暗花明的臆想。

逃，同时意味着勇敢和懦弱，意味着再也没有自信能承受接踵而至的现实之沉重。

当我想起那些瞬间，不断挣脱牢笼，也不断撕裂自己好不容易生长出的皮肤，我唯一足以自恃的，是尚觉年轻，哪怕前方云端和地狱两极颠簸。

至于代价，当时想来，不过咬一咬牙。

当所有人都在朝一个方向狂奔的时候，你嗤笑那是无谓的尽头，可有几分底气？

当你就此调转方向，去向你本不该奔赴的远方，你可曾想到你没有资格告别的，不仅是历年的温柔、沉淀的真切和转瞬之前还无限鲜活的过往。

那曾是你的名字和身体，灵魂和故乡，那些在暴雨旷野中纠缠生长的植物，那些就算是互相吞噬也不觉得满足的时光。

谁愿意残废的活着，所以任谁都有一手剪除回忆的利刃，你可以尽管逃开，逃开一万公里，一个纪元，你将永远生活在生活之外，那些早已湿透的引线，再也不会将你点燃，却是你呜咽在怕人的虚空之中时，唯一可供凭吊的镜框。

有一种力量，是你自己培育的仇敌，永不停息地蚕食着你的心脏，当你越来越无力，它竟然也变得有几分你爱人的模样，它冲你一笑，竟然同样能让你湿润眼眶。

在你终于老去之前，你永远体会不到一无所有的希望。

我知道情感都断裂了，笑声都枯萎了，只剩下与生俱来的丧心病狂，不时跳出来，指挥这场败落中的下一次夺路逃亡。

这时我把控制播放时间的滑动条拨来拨去，直到终于出现让我满足的，煞有介事的字样：“You forget your old life. You can’t come back. You can’t call. You can’t write. You never look back. You make a new life for yourself, and you live it. You live the life the way it should have been.”我觉得，这是一部关于绝望和逃离的电影，所以，也是一年之中我最喜欢的。

[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it]Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.[pause]Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

纽约是怎样一个城市？

《格调》说纽约是美国第一居住地，而对外国人来说也许纽约是自由女神像，是帝国大厦，是第5大道，是百老汇……。

也许美国眼里的纽约有点象中国人眼里的上海，可美国的大都会比我们的多的多，历史也比我们久的多。

所以纽约在美国的地位未必可以和上海于中国作一个比较，但是纽约人对自己的城市那种有点护短的喜爱，对那溶入血液的纽约气质暧昧态度——自豪又不便太显山露水，和大洋对面的上海人倒是有不少共通之处。

所以HBO的《欲望都市》在上海那么红，也不仅仅是因为前两个字的关系。

而我所看到过的，电影里的纽约远多于现实里的纽约。

其实现实里纽约对好莱坞的电影工业有很大的影响力。

但这也肯定不是编导们对于纽约情有独衷的唯一理由。

《电子情书》里的纽约象是童话的世界，有种不真实的美。

《ONE FINE DAY》和《WORKING GIRL》里的纽约是白领们的。

《纯真年代》里是19世纪上层贵族的纽约，而《纽约黑帮》也许恰是它的反面。

中间还有《曼哈顿的故事》，《金玉盟》，《残酷大街》等等。

美国电影里记录了纽约各个时期的历史风貌。

不过最著名，而且最让人过目不忘和不可思议的镜头，却不是在电影里的，虽然大家都认为象极了电影，但却恰是事实。

“9.11”对美国人对纽约人的影响，是我们很难真正去体会的。

中国人的历史实在太长了，2000多年里，我们有多少的王朝起落，有多少的异族统治者来了又走，我们的文明又有多少次践踏，多少次融合。

最近的100多年里，我们又经历多少的破坏与创造，哪怕是这20多年来呢？

我们又打碎了多少？

所以中国人的世界观哲学观根本和美国人是两回事。

如果真有那么一天，我们也经历类似的恐怖事件，那么两国人在心灵层面上所遭遇的，肯定不同。

想到这些，是因为看了斯派克.李的《25 HOURS》。

说的是一个毒品贩子在入狱前的24小时里的生活。

这个贩子是土生土长的纽约人，爱尔兰后裔，最典型的。

在这天里，他去以前的中学看了看，见了见他最好的2个朋友。

而他的2个朋友也私下里见了面，讨论了一下关于他。

其中一个是华尔街才俊，另一个是老师。

前一个就住在9.11废墟旁的公寓里，从窗户望出去，就清楚的看见那遗骸。

而这让老师，惊跳着叫道：“哦，上帝！

”而我的反应是，这个人变态啊。

这个电影说到了亲情，爱情和友情，说到了选择和没有选择，说到了环境对人的影响，是抗争还是妥协……EDWARD NORTON 饰演的毒品贩子从很早就开始犯罪，把毒品卖给未成年人。

但是电影里没有什么他犯罪的描写，你只看到他对自己的自怨自怜，和对父亲，女友，朋友的难以割舍，还有对狗的关心。

这是一个帅帅的，痞痞的毒贩子。

有一段他在厕所里的蒙太奇，对于自己将要面对的7年牢狱，他从他父亲到街上的小贩和整个纽约都“FUCK”了一遍，最后他“FUCK”了自己。

原来每个人都是这样，对自己，总是最后一个去怪罪的，虽然，也只可能，还是因为自己。

评论说，伍迪艾伦是从骨子里了解纽约和纽约人，并且拍出了最代表纽约的电影。

是不是这样我不知道，因为我不是纽约人。

但现在我知道除了他，斯派克.李也是个骨子里的纽约人，因为有《25 HOURS》。

整部片子的摄影是非常冷峻的，如果可以用这个词来形容，呈现一种蓝绿的色调。

没有《电子情书》里暖暖的调子，也不是《欲望都市》里大都会的格调。

最多是在清晨或是半夜，没有什么人的岸边，和中央公园里僻静的角落。

或者是最HOT的CLUB，而即使是那么热闹的场景，也总是冷冷的感觉。

也许你也被主角的恐惧感摄取了。

然而奇怪的是，这镜头同时也让人感觉到导演对纽约的爱，如此的流畅清澈，好象温柔的轻抚。

也是在那段蒙太奇里，它所用到的元素，无一不是一个纽约土著对这个城市爱怨交织感情的体现。

在影片的最后，更是借了主角父亲的自白道出：“……无论你到哪里，你都是一个纽约人！

”我想到另一部影片《54俱乐部》里，那新泽西的少年对纽约的想往，现在我更能体会他的心情。

引人梦想的纽约！

今天又重看一遍，重新打分给5分。

片头救狗狗的一段，我觉得是全片Monty最开心的一段。

全程，Monty目光都注视着狗狗，先是悲伤地看着狗，生气“他们把它像垃圾一样乱丢”，要给它一个痛快（看看纽约毒贩子的善良哈）。

然后你看到Monty用赞赏宠溺的笑脸及眼神望着狗，要收养它。

因为“它还挺猛的，它很有种，它才不会坐以待毙，它还不想死，它想活”。

他爱这只狗，他骂了一圈世道，连上帝也未幸免，但是他没有骂狗。

人狗出行，因为有人爱，这狗子自信帅气，一路遇到人都会被赞，是只cool狗狗，连中学老师也沾了狗子的光，能被靓妹赞一句。

Monty托付狗子也是做了细致思考的。

他看人也很准，片中所有人都没有提起过Monty进牢里后，小狗怎么办，只有中学老师在和Frank聊天时关心狗子会去哪里。

Monty把狗托付给最单纯最坚守道德的中学老师，狗子会得到实心实意的照料。

Monty骨子里和狗狗性格相投，他们是一种属性。

你多少可以看到他、它在命运上的重叠--当命运将Monty要抛弃的时候，要是有一个人出手，他会继续读书各项优异，成为一个社会精英。

但是没有人帮他，他用自己的方法挺过来，成为现在这个样子的Monty。

不可否认，Monty是头脑聪明的人，他在私立学校拿奖学金，校篮球队优秀队友；到了贩毒团队，他混的也相当不错，不是每个毒贩都住得起市中心的高级公寓，在毒贩的bar里，每个人也很尊敬他，包括毒贩头子也不愿对他造次。

片中，有父亲、 Frank、女友对Monty贩毒历程不曾有效劝阻的内疚讨论。

然而，Monty在意的是什么呢？

他真的很害怕去牢里。

但最打击他的不是坐牢。

他贩毒多年，他有足够的钱可以收手，但是，他没有。

他心里承认，用毒虫的钱今天这个下场是咎由自取。

在毒贩bar的老大那里，他印证了一件事，然后，我认为他是带着心灵的温暖去坐牢了。

之前，他安慰爸爸，安慰好友，他没有安慰女友，他两之间弥漫着隔阂怀疑的情绪。

他内心最不肯承认的、最惴惴不安的是爱人的背叛。

当他确认了女友的忠诚，他很开心，他把怀疑告诉过父亲，在去牢里的路上把印证消息告诉父亲，你看出Monty的开心吗？

我们最在乎的那个人要是背叛了自己，杀伤力是最大的。

诛人诛心是最致命，还好Monty没有那么惨。

所以，在片尾，他看到邻里四方，都是那么可爱温暖。

他告诉女友，再找个人幸福的过日子， Monty因为被人爱着所以他愿意为他人考虑他们的未来生活。

他会在牢里好好保护自己，他的世界还没有崩塌。

相信7年以后Monty会重新回来。

911，并没有让纽约人离开这个城市。

尽管，废墟上的掘土机被巨大的悲伤笼罩；乏味的老师，高度压力的经纪人，开酒吧的消防员……他们各自也都过得并不美满，但是，纽约有让人温暖的东西，所以，纽约人能够忍痛再建，这就是纽约人的信念吧。

所以，请相信，Monty会再带着片头那样的笑容回来。

fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it 　　fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money, 　　smiling at me behind my back. 　　Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. 　　Get a fucking job. 　　Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,curry steaming out their pores,stinking up my day. 　　Terrorists in fucking training.Slow the fuck down! 　　getting one of those operations that elongate your penis. 　　Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35! 　　Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic . 　　Ten yeras in the country,still no speakee English. 　　Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. 　　Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,sipping tea in little glasses,sugar cubes between their teeth,wheelin' 　　 and dealin' and schemin'. 　　Go back where you fucking came from. 　　Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,selling South African apartheid diamonds. 　　Come on.Your wife deserves this. 　　Fuck the Wall Street brokers. 　　Self-styled masters of the universe. 　　Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind. 　　Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life. 　　You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? 　　Give me a fucking break. 　　Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 　　Twenty to a car,swelling up the welfare rolls. 　　worst fucking parade in the city. 　　And don't even get me started on the Dominicans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. 　　Who's this fuckin' guy?! Get the fuck outta here! 　　Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair,their nylon warm-up suits,their St.anthony medallions,swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats trying to audition for "The Sopranos." 　　Fuckin' crack your fuckin' head open ! 　　Bensonhurst!bensonhurst! 　　Fuck the Upper EAst Side wives wth their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci artichoke. 　　Taxi! 　　Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny. 　　You're not fooling anybody,sweetheart. 　　Taxi! 　　Fuck the Uptown brothers. 　　They never pass the ball,they don't want to play defense,they take five steps on every layup to the hoop,and then they want to turn around and blame evrything on the white man. 　　We not giving it up! 　　We not giving it up! 　　slavery ended 137 years ago. 　　Move the fuck on. 　　Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers 　　and their 41 shots,standing behind a blue wall of silence. 　　You betray our trust! 　　Fuck the priests who put their hands sown some innocent child's pants. 　　Fuck the church that protects them,delivering us into evil.And while you're at it,fuck J.C. 　　He got off easy-- a day on the cross ,a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.Try seven years in fucking Otisville,J. 　　FUck Osama bin Laden ,AI Qaeda,and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. 　　On the names of innoceant thousands murdered,I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell.You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass. 　　"I notice how many of what Ionce thought 　　"were evidences of repression ,sexual or otherwis.." 　　fuck Jacob Elinsky. 　　Whinin malcontent. 　　Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend,judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. 　　Fuck Naturelle Riviera.I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back.Sold me up the river.Fucking bitch. 　　Fuck my father with his endless grief,standing behind that bar,sipping on club soda,selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers. 　　ALL:Let's go ,Yankees! 　　Fuck this whole city and everyone in it,from the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avevue,from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in soho,from the tenements in Alphabet city to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island, let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage ,let it burn to fucking ash,and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole art-infested place. 　　No,Fuck you,Montgomery Brogan.You had it all,and you threw it away,you dumb fuck! 　　还有比这更精彩的台词，但目前还未发现！

在一口气看了6部外国电影（5部爱德华诺德主演）后，我只有一个念头，中国导演都是垃圾！

当然，念头马上更正，绝对是人们经常要犯的错误！

人人都会认为毒贩活该千刀万剐，的确，可是他们也是人。

他们有家人，有爱人，有朋友，还有一条狗。

我们谴责他们。

但我们更应该谴责这个物质横流、精神空虚的社会！

不过，谁能离开物质？

因为我们贫乏得只剩下物质。

这部电影和《搏击俱乐部》有异曲同工之妙。