我觉得这是一个很好的多线叙事的范例,不知道为什么有人说差。Anyway,Anthony Hopkins的那段,让我印象极其深刻。我不喜欢看老人戏,但是老戏骨太牛掰,那一个眼神一个表情都直达你的内心。我觉得他那一大段monologue,如果被别人说来,我一定早就出戏了。结果被他说得。。。以后有男同学要去试镜,需要准备monoloque,这段真正好!(扒下来之后觉得,台词真一般,被他说过之后的味道才这么好!!!)"see you next time"they're 4 innocent enough wordsbut they went through me like a knife.because in that moment I realized to them I'd become a familiar face.A joke. You know, the British guy who's running a one-man campaign stubbornly scratching away,refusing to do what you've all been urging me to do for years and years.You move on, let go and all that stuff.Yeah, it's not easy.I got sober a long time ago out in Los Angeles. 35, 36 years ago.I was crazy, insane. I was sickened to death, drunk and insane and…I was sentenced to AA meetings and I hated the damn things.I hated all this.."God" stuff. I made me wanna puke.Move on, let go, let God… surrender and win… I was a winner.I've been a winner all my life.And...but I was fighting all the time and…Anyway, cut a long story short, there was this old man, a priest. A Jesuit priest.His name was Father Joe Riley.And I'll never forget him as long as I live.And one night I was about to leave the meeting.He stood in my way. Said"where the hell do you think you're going?"I said you get out of my way.He said you're not going anywhere.He looked up to my face, had these piercing blue eyesand a cigarette in his mouth and he said"you know…"he said"You look like, to me, you look like you're busted, disgusted and not to be trusted."And he was right.I wasn't to be trusted by anyone. I'd never trust myself even.And one day I asked him,"Okay, Father…"I called him Father and he got a kick out of that.I said"you know all the answers, you must be a smart guy. What's the shortest, most powerful prayer in the world?"I needed quick answersSo I wanted to be back on the fast track. I said"What is the fastest, most powerful prayer in the world?"Fastest, most powerful prayer in the world, he looked at me, he said:"Fastest, most powerful prayer in the world, I'm afraid is Fuck It."Father Joe Riley. He was a Jesuit priest. Fuck it. Can you believe it?He said"It's the prayer of release and surrender" and I felt the whole weight of the world going off my shoulders.And just before Father Riley died I asked him. I said:"How do I get it? How do I know?"He said:"You will see when you're ready to see; You will hear when you're ready to hear."He said"You're a particularly tough nut".And the weird thing is it happened 2 days ago.I was traveling on my way here with a young girl from Brazil. She was a kid.Beautiful little thing. Her name was Laura.And there was a snow storm at Denver.Flights were delayed and we arranged to have dinner and when I showed up she wasn't there.But she left me this note. Can I… Hold on, let me…And… she said"Ran into someone cute. Never done this kind of thing before. But you only live once. How many chances do we get?"Out of the mouths of babies and sucklings thou hast perfected praise. The guy was right whoever wrote that stuff.And it's taken me all these years.And I tell you, if my… if my daughter is alive, she knows where I am, where to find me.And her silence means that she's probably made the choice not to be in touch.But if she's dead… then she's dead.And she's gone for ever.And I have to move on and forget and let go.Weird stuff.Wow, I tell you, it's a mystery, all of it.Anyway, I'll shut up now. Thanks for listening.