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发表于 2017-10-15 00:39 · 美国
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leeon009 发表于 2017-10-15 00:01 
我不知道你的逻辑是怎么运行的，你是哪来的理由认为这样的台词一定来自糟糕的电视剧，我虽然回忆不起来是 ...
还有，不好意思，我忙没有时间“做视频，”平时有script analysis还有directing，空闲时玩游戏汲取灵感～
要读真正好的？
monologue：
EDMUND (with alcoholic talkativeness): You've just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected with the sea. Here's one. When I was on the Squarehead square rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. Full moon in the Trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself -- actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way. Then another time, on the American Line, when I was lookout on the crow's nest in the dawn watch. A calm sea, that time. Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of the ship. The passengers asleep and none of the crew in sight. No sound of man. Black smoke pouring from the funnels behind and beneath me. Dreaming, not keeping lookout, feeling alone, and above, and apart, watching the dawn creep like a painted dream over the sky and sea which slept together. Then the moment of ecstatic freedom came. The peace, the end of the quest, the last harbor, the joy of belonging to a fulfillment beyond men's lousy, pitiful, greedy fears and hopes and dreams! And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out, or lying alone on a beach, I have had the same experience. Became the sun, the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying in the tide. Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see -- and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!
(He grins wryly.)
It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a sea gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death!
dialogue
(Ethel Rosenberg walks into the room)
Roy Cohn: Aw, **. Ethel.
Ethel Rosenberg: You don't look so good, Roy.
Roy Cohn: Well, Ethel. I don't feel so good.
Ethel Rosenberg: But you lost a lot of weight. That suits you. You were heavy back then. Zaftig, mit hips.
Roy Cohn: I haven't been that heavy since 1960. We were all heavier back then, before the body thing started. Now I look like a skeleton they stare at.
Ethel Rosenberg: The shit's really hit the fan, huh, Roy? The fun's just started.
Roy Cohn: What is this Ethel, Halloween? You trying to scare me? Well you're wasting your time 'cause I'm scarier than you are any day of the week! So beat it, Ethel! Boo! Better dead than red! Somebody trying to shake me up? Hm, hm? From the throne of God in heaven to the belly of hell, you can all ** yourselves and then go jump in the lake because I am not afraid of you or death or hell or anything!
Ethel Rosenberg: I'll be seeing you soon, Roy. Julius sends his regards.
Roy Cohn: Yeah, well send this to Julius!
(Roy flips her the bird)
Ethel Rosenberg: You really are a very sick man, Roy. |
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发表于 2017-10-14 23:12 · 贵州
。 台词一方面，配音水平也是一方面。tlou那种美剧水平的肯定比不了。
