昨天热搜又爆了，杨幂刘恺威离婚官宣。

嘉行传媒发声明称杨幂刘恺威于今年签署协议，和平分手。

昨天热搜又爆了，杨幂刘恺威离婚官宣。

嘉行传媒发声明称杨幂刘恺威于今年签署协议，和平分手。

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第一次看到朴叙俊是在Kill Me Heal Me，对，就是那部池城的演技被夸上天的韩剧。不少女观众在看剧的时候都有这个苦恼，七重人格里我最喜欢谁？我没有这个苦恼，因为我最喜欢的是逗比哥哥俐温。看表象，俐温玩世不恭，非常浮夸。身为四次元推理作家，经常被小说里写死的人物吓个半死。和埋头写小说的大部分真实作家不同，俐温是个对时尚触觉非常灵敏的青年。浮夸的外表只是假象，其实俐温是个大暖男，默默承受

梁洁全程像一个读台词的机器人，我都搞不懂要给女主一个怎样的人设？舅舅舅妈这样对她还要给人家帮忙？随便利用关系走后门，主要是她姐姐还连最基本的会议记录都能做错？？是想告诉观众啥价值观？剧情老套大概就是吵架、和好、女主男二、男主吃醋、在吵架在和好？？？好吧我服了本来是个清新小甜剧的改成这个也是厉害??

就在刚刚看

开片画面好美啊 好多鸟在水面上飞

少年在夕阳下奔跑

德尼罗还是壮年 1998年

当看到男主长大后是我喜欢的伊桑霍克时 非常激动 太棒了

很梦幻又很现实，男主的故事好像一根梦幻和现实缠绕而成的绳子 在太阳的照耀下绳子一下耀眼，一下又很低沉

耀眼的是爱情 低沉的是贫穷的生活

没有去过纽约但片中的纽约一会大风一会大雨，

一个看不起新科技不爱接受新事物的老人，一辈子都沉浸在对花的研究中，直到网购的极速发展使他被迫关闭了种植园。妻子和女儿的嘲讽和冷漠使他越显单薄，之后的剧情看起来就像《绝命毒师》的老白一样与毒品挂上了钩，两个人的初衷都只是想用钱带给亲人们更好的生活，只不过厄尔没有像老白那么孤注一掷。这剧情真是慢啊！12次运毒旅程，能看到厄尔与家人之间的关系变化。从最先满脑子只想着花的盛放只有短短一天，所以要好好

在此摘录一些我在后面的回复，作为对这个影片和相关事件一些意见的补完。比如，我写这篇影评的时候，还没有发生方励下跪事件。感谢很多豆友纠正我一些看片的细节，比如片头有年代提示，比如吹的曲目名称是《老两口学毛选》，也算是年代感信息点，比如我对陕西三秦地界自然地貌、八十年代农村生活的无知。原文部分未作修改，所有错误保留。感谢所有认真讨论和批评我的朋友。2016-05-27

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戏剧张力非常足的一集。

老头子在受到Sandy和Stewy夹击的情况下，决定收购传媒巨头皮尔斯。

没人认为这是一个好主意，但没有人胆敢当面反驳老头子。

连他自己的女儿Shiv都说，皮尔斯是真正的新闻，我们把它买下来，以后去哪里看新闻？这里很讽刺，自家人不信任自家的传媒，知道那只是洗脑的工具。

但Shiv不愿也不敢提出反对意见。Shiv于是派出了

最近在研究路遥的生活与写作。路遥和他前妻林达之间的故事与《The wife》里的主人公Joe与Joan夫妇的故事颇有些类似之处：Joe是文学教授，Joan是一位钟情于写作的女生。路遥的太太林达也是一位文学青年，曾任西安电影制片厂的文学编辑。她非常仰慕路遥的才华，两人因文学而结缘。我看这部电影主要从以下几个角度：

1，男女关系和夫妻关系。这部电影是从女性的

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood, a twisted

mind, a precarious

upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I

leered at the

sun.

I trusted no man and

especially no

woman.

I was living a hell in

small rooms, I broke

things, smashed things,

walked through glass,

cursed.

I challenged everything,

was continually being

evicted, jailed, in and

out of fights, in and out

of my mind.

women were something

to screw and rail

at, I had no male

friends,

I changed jobs and

cities, I hated holidays,

babies, history,

newspapers, museums,

grandmothers,

marriage, movies,

spiders, garbagemen,

english accents,spain,

france,italy,walnuts and

the color

orange.

algebra angred me,

opera sickened me,

charlie chaplin was a

fake

and flowers were for

pansies.

peace and happiness to me

were signs of

inferiority,

tenants of the weak

and

addled

mind.

but as I went on with

my alley fights,

my suicidal years,

my passage through

any number of

women-it gradually

began to occur to

me

that I wasn't different

from the

others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome

with hatred,

glossed over with petty

grievances,

the men I fought in

alleys had hearts of stone.

everybody was nudging,

inching, cheating for

some insignificant

advantage,

the lie was the

weapon and the

plot was

empty,

darkness was the

dictator.

cautiously, I allowed

myself to feel good

at times.

I found moments of

peace in cheap

rooms

just staring at the

knobs of some

dresser

or listening to the

rain in the

dark.

the less I needed

the better I

felt.

maybe the other life had worn me

down.

I no longer found

glamour

in topping somebody

in conversation.

or in mounting the

body of some poor

drunken female

whose life had

slipped away into

sorrow.

I could never accept

life as it was,

i could never gobble

down all its

poisons

but there were parts,

tenuous magic parts

open for the

asking.

I re formulated

I don't know when,

date, time, all

that

but the change

occurred.

something in me

relaxed, smoothed

out.

i no longer had to

prove that I was a

man,

I didn't have to prove

anything.

I began to see things:

coffee cups lined up

behind a counter in a

cafe.

or a dog walking along

a sidewalk.

or the way the mouse

on my dresser top

stopped there

with its body,

its ears,

its nose,

it was fixed,

a bit of life

caught within itself

and its eyes looked

at me

and they were

beautiful.

then- it was

gone.

I began to feel good,

I began to feel good

in the worst situations

and there were plenty

of those.

like say, the boss

behind his desk,

he is going to have

to fire me.

I've missed too many

days.

he is dressed in a

suit, necktie, glasses,

he says, 'I am going

to have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tell

him.

He must do what he

must do, he has a

wife, a house, children,

expenses, most probably

a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him

he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing

sunshine.

the whole day is

mine

temporarily,

anyhow.

(the whole world is at the

throat of the world,

everybody feels angry,

short-changed, cheated,

everybody is despondent,

disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of

peace, tattered shards of

happiness.

I embraced that stuff

like the hottest number,

like high heels, breasts,

singing,the

works.

(don't get me wrong,

there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism

that overlooks all

basic problems just for

the sake of

itself-

this is a shield and a

sickness.)

The knife got near my

throat again,

I almost turned on the

gas

again

but when the good

moments arrived

again

I didn't fight them off

like an alley

adversary.

I let them take me,

I luxuriated in them,

I made them welcome

home.

I even looked into

the mirror

once having thought

myself to be

ugly,

I now liked what

I saw, almost

handsome, yes,

a bit ripped and

ragged,

scares, lumps,

odd turns,

but all in all,

not too bad,

almost handsome,

better at least than

some of those movie

star faces

like the cheeks of

a baby's

butt.

and finally I discovered

real feelings of

others,

unheralded,

like lately,

like this morning,

as I was leaving,

for the track,

i saw my wife in bed,

just the

shape of

her head there

(not forgetting

centuries of the living

and the dead and

the dying,

the pyramids,

Mozart dead

but his music still

there in the

room, weeds growing,

the earth turning,

the tote board waiting for

me)

I saw the shape of my

wife's head,

she so still,

I ached for her life,

just being there

under the

covers.

I kissed her in the

forehead,

got down the stairway,

got outside,

got into my marvelous

car,

fixed the seatbelt,

backed out the

drive.

feeling warm to

the fingertips,

down to my

foot on the gas

pedal,

I entered the world

once

more,

drove down the

hill

past the houses

full and empty

of

people,

I saw the mailman,

honked,

he waved

back

at me.