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对影人杰克逊·拉斯波恩的一句话影评

黑眼豆豆B — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 10:29:43 GMT

O~原来是Jasper啊，Twilight里有点呆呆的样子，不过还是看过一眼就忘不了了呢。有点东方人的感觉0

My Online Shopping Experiences(Journal 4)

黑眼豆豆B — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 07:48:00 GMT

Honestly, I didn't like shopping at all, and that's why I chose online shopping. I hates to bargain, and I hate to walk around. Things online are much more abundanter and cheaper, or some of them are unique that you can't find nearby. And the feeling of unfolding the pack I ordered never failed to surprise me.

However, I have to run the risk of being cheated. Maybe book is the safest thing to buy, as for clothings, that's a complication. But I have some relatively good experinces to share. First, lower your expectation. I didn't likely to believe good things will always happen to me, so I tried to be more careful. Sometimes I can just see the beautiful pictures on view and don't buy a thing. No one's gonna blame me because of that.

Such kind of limited freedom gave me the fun of shopping, and I feel easy. I have to admit that I have bought some clothes that I will never want to put on. They're totally not my style. But I can't explain why I bought them without thought. Maybe they're just for looking. Oh, that's stupid. But to my relief, I never bought something that the quality is so poor I have to throw it away.Unlike some of my friends did, anyway.

The Blind Woman

黑眼豆豆B — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 07:25:00 GMT

I no longer have to do without now,

all colors are translated

into sounds and smells.

And they ring infinitely sweet

like tones.

Why should I need a book?

The wind leafs through the trees;

and I know what passes there for words,

and sometimes repeat them softly.

And Death, who plucks eyes like flowers,

doesn't find my eyes...

—Rainer Maria Rilke

My Dear Little Cousin (Journal 3）

黑眼豆豆B — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 07:12:00 GMT

I have a lovely and clever younger cousin. Aged 12, always wearing a big smile, he is everyone's sweet pea. It seems that he has a god's secret to stay happy.

Several days ago, we went out for a walk after lunch. Suddenly he saw a

line of smoke across the sky. He pointed it out for me. We assumed that it was left by a plane. Before long, as if to prove it, another plane roared through sky with its tail—a thinner line. We watched until it disappeared in distance. "The thinner line's gonna be as big as the former one in time."said my cousin. But I disagreed, "No, that's out of the quetion." My cousin beamed, and he said, "Why don't we bet on this?" I said, "Sure, if you'd like."

He was beaming even brighter, "Ok, it's done. But I didn't provide a deadline."

"And that'll change nothing."I was confident.

We went on walking. From time to time, I looked up to check the lins, they almost remained the same. My cousin didn't seem worry, though. His crooked grin made me uneasy.

"How about now?"he said after a while. Behold! The thicker one had vanished. "So, I'm the winner, am I?" Cousin said with hope.

"No,absolutely not!" I would not admit defeat.

So a debate began. We tried every way to convince each other. "No, you are wrong because you only want to win, no matter if you've got a point!" Finally,these words came out of my mouth without thought.

"Sorry, I just thought it would be fun to make a joke, I didn't expected that..." My cousin was obviously frightened.

I was choked, "I just...nothing." It would not be fun if I actually was the one want to win ;if I let my pride drive like a mad dog. I'm sorry.

"Hey, why don't we let it vanish like the smoke? Bygones be bygones?"

My cousin looked at me with surprise,"Sure, let bygones be bygones."

So how long will it take to hear the familiar laughter again? Time will tell.

Lines From <Transpotting>

黑眼豆豆B — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:50:00 GMT

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"

Chasing the High (fake Journal 2)

黑眼豆豆B — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 04:05:00 GMT

When I was watching <Prison Break>, I heard Sara once said this phrase'chasing the high'. She used to be an addict, but she was not referring to what she get from taking drugs, or from sex. It's the thrill through the brain knowing you are living after a narrow escape, the joy that you see some one

who you thought could never see again. In a word, you are shot by the bullet of happiness.

There is no denying that such kind of chasing is not always healthy. Some is evil, some is dangerous. But it's a nature flowing in every human's vein. Its omnipresence in our motivations are unsensible. Little boy do things simply make them happy. Little girl do it in a mild way. Adults do it in a complicated way.

I did not realize it, so I found it's hard to understand a child though myself was a child before. Our life is filled with rights and wrongs.

One of the common sense of happiness is that it won't last long. The feeling of highly, pure happy lasts even shorter. We can enjoy peaceful happiness, but peaceful joy is nowhere to be found. Joy is fierce. It just how fierce it is that matters.

Welcome To Prisonyland

黑眼豆豆B — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 12:30:00 GMT

对许多人来说，《越狱》如今已气数将尽，剩下的任务不过是把故事讲讲圆。我刚从寒假开始看，现在刚看完第一二季，忧郁于接下去的鸡肋，第三季正在考虑要不要看下去。
我的目的不过是保持对英语的接触，又因为它比较有名，才去看的。因为怕对男人戏不感冒就同时看了《欲望都市》希望平衡一下，结果《欲》望没了，《狱》却一直越下来了。当初众人追捧，我独不为所动，如今再挖出来看，好像也比那些越狱迷们理智不了多少，照样对Scofield的无数面部特写大发花痴。虽然明知道是演戏，却常常觉得在Miller身上有他的影子，佩服当初导演选角的眼光。呵呵，也许我这是把对角色的喜爱强加到演员身上，入戏太深了。Micheal Scofield实在太过理想太过完美：完美的五官比例，如希腊雕像般立体，却并没有像那些时装模特一样流于过于雕琢的冷峻美和脂粉气，而是好像没有完全定型，男孩子一样的青涩干净，所以Miller一直给我只有20多些的错觉。还有一点就是脸的骨骼是圆圆的，还是永远的男孩样。185cm的身高对欧美人来说刚刚好，就算是犯人的光头（剃了光头之后更有了圆圆的后脑勺外加前额可爱的发际线）和囚服穿在他身上也很好看，因为囚服是简洁实用主义的。看得出Michael不是很强壮，但也不瘦，总体来说是有小肉肉，特别是肚子上，这样的人应该是宽厚可信任的（当然由于对整体的热爱导致我把缺点变成了优点）。但是那纹身还是性感到吐血~记得T-Bag有句玩笑话说Michael拿到那五百万后还可以把腿上也纹上纹身，我仔细想想觉得这样太恶趣味了只有T-Bag做得出来，还好Michael从来没落在他手上。还有T-Bag一直叫他Pretty，这个也很恶趣味，以致MS的粉丝称他们自己为Prettyphile。他一直对Michael有好感，第四季里也有一段说Michael也是gay的，和现实中沸沸扬扬的出柜绯闻互相映衬，好搞哦。据米勒自己说他是沙发土豆，宅男一个，所以身材并不健美。在我看来，Miller最美的是眉眼，他的眉与眼距离很近，眉形如剑，眼睛很凌厉，盯着你的时候要把你烧出个洞来似的，因为它们一直压抑无焰地燃烧着。我记得有人曾说他的眼神像鹰,但是还记得越狱第一季片头出现的Michael侧脸的镜头吗，眼神既有无奈又有拒绝（呃，一定是我想太多了），但从不让人看透他在想什么。所以他戴上墨镜并没有常人戴的效果，反而掩盖了锋芒。嘴就显得小巧了（但还是很man的），所以大笑起来很温和，嘴角上扬又很teasing的样子，好看的还是讲话时露出小巧洁白的下排牙。这样的男人~~~~实在是太有断背气质了（这都是我YY出来的）。还有一点就是为啥他们睫毛都这么长呢~~~肤色的话因为有黑人血统的关系，是浅小麦色的，正好不用人工晒黑，天然健康的颜色。小小八卦一下：米勒有八国血统，两眼瞳色不同，平时只好戴着有色隐形眼镜。我以前只见过波斯猫瞳色不同的~嗓音总是平静温和的，有点糙，有点低沉，抑扬顿挫不明显，甚至有些职业化，所以扮探员时才这么可信服。在监狱里走路都慢慢吞吞的，一切胸有成竹的样子，让我想起Andy Dufresne，后来发现连声音都像！还有一个地方符合角色设置，就是手臂和手指修长灵活，在他干一些精密活动时可以看出来。字就搓搓的了。皮肤由前几集可以看出不是很好，后来好像越来越光滑，难道是摄影师调节了拍摄方式的关系？

再来是Michael的背景和性格（还是有点像Andy）:高智商天才，结构工程师，对信息更开放并能有效吸收。从小母死父离，没有正常家庭的关爱，又被继父幽禁并虐待，所以对逃脱特别在行；患有low latent inhibition潜在抑郁症，见不得别人受难，这点并不是一开始就提出的，看来编剧是要加强他入狱救老哥的说服力和以后一些关键剧情的发展；老爸是the Company的前特工。沉默寡言，善于隐藏痛苦，不会轻易流露感情。未入狱前是标准的中产阶级精英，有点瞧不起老哥的窝囊。善于用脑，对打斗不在行，还好大多数时候用枪就可以解决了。入狱前好像没什么情史，只不过与Veronica有一点纠葛，但后面他说Sara是他这一生唯一的挚爱。应该说Michael属于对自己很有信心的一类人，一旦计划好坚决执行，特不喜欢给人要挟（那痛苦的皱眉表情）。可惜Micheal还是想的太幼稚了些，比如他总是不愿意伤害任何人，却越来越发现在Fox River想要让自己和他人不受伤害是不可能的。麻烦总是自己找上门来，人是所有因素里最不可预测的。监狱有自己的游戏规则，比监狱外面的更冷血唯利，明目张胆。Michael把自己的清白之身扔进这里，就好像经历凤凰浴火重生的洗礼一样，变得更加成熟也更无奈。还好有兄弟之情，有Sucre这个讲义气的狱友，有可以时不时相见的Sara。
除了Michael，给我印象最深的就要数万年不死变态之王T-Bag了。我从第一季盼到第二季，到第二季完了竟然还没挂，只不过丢了只手而已。果然是好人不长命，祸害遗千年。人家老实低调又提供了五百万美刀作为下面情节发展关键的Westmorland大叔在离越狱一步之遥事让无良编剧砍死，留下一分钱也没有拿到的可怜女儿成了一个被遗弃的小bug（Michael答应过他会寄一部分钱给她，最后好像无果而终了）。虽然角色很恶劣，但是演员是伟大滴，因为反派不好演，何况是演这样一个恶心的反派不仅需要演技，更需要忍耐力。最让人想不到的是T-Bag还很受欢迎，我只能说您老命长是有群众罩着，外加那越挫越贱的小强精神。凡是变态到这程度的，其内心必有扭曲的爱（缪见来自沉默的羔羊里的汉尼拔）。所以当我看见他放了他爱的女人一家时，厌恶也消退了不少。T包语言特点就是特文艺，外加随时跳出来让人起鸡皮疙瘩的词语加怪异的歌曲，Jack船长见了他也会甘拜下风自愧不如的。

第一季里有好多让人激动的瞬间，比如Micheal让人砍掉脚趾的那个，好像是一个警告，说Michael你还太嫩了，还有那些指望着看纯良故事的，别做梦了，接下来会更血腥更精彩~。Michael意识到了这一点，他对Sara说：When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night. Cause I thought there a monster in the closet. But my brother told me, there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. That fear wasn't real. He said it wasn't made of anything. It was just air. Not even that. He said you just have to face it. You just have to open that door, and the monster will disapper. In here, though, you face your fear, you open that door,and there's hundred more door's behind it. The monsters that are hiding behind them, are all real.

Michael和Abruzzi联手骗Pill那段也很让人意想不到，最妙的是最后还给拉上了Nike的死，亏编剧想的出来。说起来，Veronica的死是最让人心痛的，虽然说她本来就太柔弱所以生还希望不大，但死了还让人分尸，简直残忍。

还有Michael崩溃那里，说I have my blood in it那一段，我真给骗到了，以为他抑郁症终于发作了。

第二季很有向无厘头化发展的趋势，一切太散太戏剧化了，因为原来在同一监狱里，各个人物互相牵制容易，可出去了还得纠缠在一起就太诡异了，五百万啥啥的，牵强死了。

最后要叹息一下最近Miller的胖胖样和他已不复年轻这个事实（美少年和中年大叔之间有时连个过渡都没有），和越狱拖到让人产生疲劳感的长度，让我由爱生恨，到最后爱恨交织：早死早超生啊。

高端科技，低端童心

黑眼豆豆B — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 12:26:00 GMT

     其实看《瓦力》是老早的事情了，当时觉得应该多看一次才写得出观后感来。因为觉着看了没有听说的那么精彩，不过就是好看而已。现在看来好像这种一直跑出来折腾我的怀疑一点没有必要，因为我只是写出来给人看看的，只是我自己的，很可能是错误的，浅显的，庸俗的，但同时是独特的，对我个人来说无比珍贵的。我很庆幸自己已经过了需要把自己作文交给老师打分的年龄，同时发现小时候经历的事注定影响深远。
   不必再看一次还有一个重要原因，就是皮克斯的东西不是拍出来供你研究思考的。
   当然还有一个可能是若干年后，你有可能在中央6台（很可能在假日）邂逅引进配音版，这样陪着小孩重温会惬意得多。不过这可能性小得可以忽略。
   我现在能想到的观后的直观感受就是异常的舒服，好像在温暖的沙滩上晒热了自己的肚子。
   开头很是惊艳，镜头由远及近，一个成为废墟的地球慢慢变得真实可触。首先是外围一圈密密麻麻的太空悬浮物，然后是地面连绵起伏的垃圾山和石林般的建筑物废墟。那些巨大的垃圾堆被堆成摩天大楼和其他建筑物样子（后来我才知道原来这是瓦力的功劳),远看就像一个现在的大都市，真是讽刺。此时的配乐更是神来之笔。然后出现了我们的主角——瓦力——忙碌的身影。之后的镜头跟着他一路经过废弃的大型超市，它附属的加油站，还有一路铺满钞票的附属银行（我想说这个大型超市是不是真的存在呢，存在的话岂不有打软广告的嫌疑？还有为啥背景又是在米国拟？）然后一路用广告和报纸解释发生了什么。瓦力的广告说Wall·E:Help you big out!我在想这个big out难道是大扫除的意思？额，走神了，回到故事。真相就是，人类都走了，成为宇宙飞船上的漂流者，曾经的地球村成了无人的空城。这片子牛就牛在前半个小时根本没有对话，瓦力也从头到尾只会发出丰富的电子音，可是你一点不会觉得闷得慌。新时代垃圾清扫标兵是多么懂得享受生活啊~~（继续挖彩蛋，我好像在瓦力家看见了ipod？）收集人类留下的东西，听听音乐，和蟑螂哈尔相依为命~~内心孤独又罗曼蒂克到一塌糊涂的瓦力实在是太可爱了，而伊娃简直是野蛮女友的机器人般，看来这样的搭配果然是放之四海皆准滴。
    当一切铺展好之后故事就开始了，很可惜剧情并不是皮克斯擅长的地方，所以这个故事最后还是好莱坞经典的英雄拯救人类加赢得美人芳心的戏码，虽然这个英雄另类了点。不过看着瓦力痴心不改，伊娃慢慢了解被爱与爱，心中还是有小感动。整个过程还能称得上妙趣横生，状况不断，其中属M-O机器人的执着最出彩了。虽然人类只属配角，可是我分明看到编剧把人类戏份狠加，看来还是脱离不了惯性思维。

最最搞怪的是那植物暴露在太空里竟然还可以活下来，完全无视科学常识撒。

还有皮克斯拍的东西都叫啥啥总动员的，比如这个就叫机器人总动员，搞的人家以为这是一系列的。

对影人苏菲·玛索的一句话影评

黑眼豆豆B — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 03:30:00 GMT

身材，五官这些方面她都不算完美，但可以说接近完美。她的目光真的让我无法抗拒，忧郁，凌厉，神秘，兼有天使般的甜美微笑和健康自然的举止，就算是暴露的衣服甚至一丝不挂都不会让她的圣洁有丝毫褪色。她仿佛能胜任各种角色，优雅，野性，热情奔放，温柔娴静，甚至冷血死神……而且为其添加另一丝自身的气质。虽是人间女子却不沾染烟火之气。

On New Year's Eve (Journal 1)

黑眼豆豆B — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 01:34:00 GMT

Here comes 2009, and its winter, spring, summer, autumn, winter and all the routine. It feels good, though, and always, having another 365 days in hand, clean, pristine. They just like 365 pieces of red bills newly taken from my bank account, or another box of chocolate according to Mr. Gump’s mother’s opinion.

And farewell, year 2008. You are a magic number to me. You’ve been expected badly by too many people to be unique, for a large range of reasons. Those people, including me of course, none of their reasons work with me. They are just personal A-bomb explosion—my eighteenth year on earth, my college entrance examination, my first semester in ZJNU and my golden days in the three-month-long summer vacation.

I felt so blue to celebrate it when my eighteen years’ birthday finally arrived. Actually I didn’t celebrate it at all. No birthday cake, eighteen stupid candles or the wish. My discovery was birthday could be as normal as any day else. It was no special. The only difference was I’m no more a child. I knew there was no Peter Pan, but deep in my heart I really knew I was not prepared to be an adult. I wished I could be a child forever. Sounded childish enough, en? All in all, too much has changed since the day, and birthday afterwards won’t be sweet as the former ones.

Things went the same today.

About the college entrance examination, what a disaster, we have a better name for it―‘Gaokao’. If translated directly, it is ‘high exam’, which means its importance. It felt like my fate was in my own hands now. I’d better it was still in God’s hands. Although he liked gambling and he was likely to lose money in Las Vegas. I’ll talk about it later.

Tomorrow we’ll have the final examination of Extensive Reading. I should have a good rest. Wish me good luck.

thought on New Year’s Eve and written in January 14th , 2009