仅仅看影片简介，《In Bruges》显然不是我的那杯茶，但我还是选择与之共度两个小时。
电影讲得是两个杀手奉命展开的一场“假期”之旅，辗转间竟谱就一出黑色幽默，让人忍俊不禁之余也会静心想一想。影片景设欧洲名镇——布鲁日，建筑古老沧桑中暗藏一种淡定从容，风景典雅清丽中自显一丝悠闲自在，音乐舒缓轻扬中时有一份忧伤低沉，人物性格鲜明，嬉笑怒骂举手投足间，演技无懈可击。
Ray，抵达布鲁日之初，就非常烦躁郁闷，竖着个浓黑八字眉，古迹美景视若无睹，牢骚满腹，四处挑衅。他的伙伴Ken，则悠哉游哉，一副既来之则安之的游客心态，欣享着名画古迹，流连在美景酒肆。及后，方知初出茅庐的Ray，因为失手错杀无辜孩童，不得不避祸布鲁日。他不能摆脱记忆中的血色，美酒佳人，也难减灵魂的重荷。而老练的职业杀手Ken，则在无情指令下犹豫踌躇，不但不忍把枪口指向并肩的同伴，还及时喝止了他自杀的冲动。温情，在那一刻绽放，但这样的转折，却又出离了杀手本应具备的冷酷与理智。
不知是因为厌倦了打打杀杀的日子呢，还是因为封存在来不及打开的遗书里的某个缘由，或者就是生无可恋，Ken把生的希望留给了毛头小伙，自己则公然挑衅坦然向死。令不能行的Harry，大怒之下，披挂上阵，亲自追杀到布鲁日。面对垂手就死的Ken，Harry也矛盾、也挣扎，最终还是选择了他的原则——无论如何，他要为枉死的男童索命。而当自己犯下同样的错，穿透Ray的子弹也殃及到其身后视线不能及的侏儒，残留着余烟的枪管毫不犹豫得转向自己，坚定得扣下扳机，以命偿命。
细节的精致，让我品咂出盗亦有道的味道。但为此赔上四条人命？与所谓原则相比，人命似乎反而变得轻贱起来......
这部影片里的三个杀手，都脱离了刻板的职业形象，各有特色；情节流转，更是出人意料，的确如你所言，不落俗套。而且自己鲜少看这一类型的片子，所以观影中充满了新鲜感。尤其值得一提的是精彩的电影原声。
影片一开始，音乐就一直在背景里铺垫过渡着，钢琴的轻快与大提琴的低沉交织，映衬着角色情绪的波动与矛盾；不急不徐的韵律，与欧洲一贯以之的缓慢节奏相呼应，似乎让人松弛了神经，而其实若有似无的不安躁动，一直在焖烧锅内积聚，等着沸腾的那一刻。当Ken拖着流血的躯体，艰难得拾阶而上，《On Raglan Road》开始响起，低沉的男中音在耳边轻吟浅唱，远远的爱尔兰风笛飘来，酝酿了很久的情绪开始喷薄而出；等他在塔顶站定，俯身远眺，四周雾气朦胧；当硬币一个个坠落，路人好奇得驻足仰望；他整饰好衣装，凌空一跃，此刻的我，已全然沉浸在The Dubliners带来的充满爱尔兰风情的民谣中，哀而不伤，等待着一个似乎无可避免的结局。
On Raglan Road
On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said:"Let grief, be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the day"
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion’s pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such
By such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That had I loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
电影讲得是两个杀手奉命展开的一场“假期”之旅，辗转间竟谱就一出黑色幽默，让人忍俊不禁之余也会静心想一想。影片景设欧洲名镇——布鲁日，建筑古老沧桑中暗藏一种淡定从容，风景典雅清丽中自显一丝悠闲自在，音乐舒缓轻扬中时有一份忧伤低沉，人物性格鲜明，嬉笑怒骂举手投足间，演技无懈可击。
Ray，抵达布鲁日之初，就非常烦躁郁闷，竖着个浓黑八字眉，古迹美景视若无睹，牢骚满腹，四处挑衅。他的伙伴Ken，则悠哉游哉，一副既来之则安之的游客心态，欣享着名画古迹，流连在美景酒肆。及后，方知初出茅庐的Ray，因为失手错杀无辜孩童，不得不避祸布鲁日。他不能摆脱记忆中的血色，美酒佳人，也难减灵魂的重荷。而老练的职业杀手Ken，则在无情指令下犹豫踌躇，不但不忍把枪口指向并肩的同伴，还及时喝止了他自杀的冲动。温情，在那一刻绽放，但这样的转折，却又出离了杀手本应具备的冷酷与理智。
不知是因为厌倦了打打杀杀的日子呢，还是因为封存在来不及打开的遗书里的某个缘由，或者就是生无可恋，Ken把生的希望留给了毛头小伙，自己则公然挑衅坦然向死。令不能行的Harry，大怒之下，披挂上阵，亲自追杀到布鲁日。面对垂手就死的Ken，Harry也矛盾、也挣扎，最终还是选择了他的原则——无论如何，他要为枉死的男童索命。而当自己犯下同样的错，穿透Ray的子弹也殃及到其身后视线不能及的侏儒，残留着余烟的枪管毫不犹豫得转向自己，坚定得扣下扳机，以命偿命。
细节的精致，让我品咂出盗亦有道的味道。但为此赔上四条人命？与所谓原则相比，人命似乎反而变得轻贱起来......
这部影片里的三个杀手，都脱离了刻板的职业形象，各有特色；情节流转，更是出人意料，的确如你所言，不落俗套。而且自己鲜少看这一类型的片子，所以观影中充满了新鲜感。尤其值得一提的是精彩的电影原声。
影片一开始，音乐就一直在背景里铺垫过渡着，钢琴的轻快与大提琴的低沉交织，映衬着角色情绪的波动与矛盾；不急不徐的韵律，与欧洲一贯以之的缓慢节奏相呼应，似乎让人松弛了神经，而其实若有似无的不安躁动，一直在焖烧锅内积聚，等着沸腾的那一刻。当Ken拖着流血的躯体，艰难得拾阶而上，《On Raglan Road》开始响起，低沉的男中音在耳边轻吟浅唱，远远的爱尔兰风笛飘来，酝酿了很久的情绪开始喷薄而出；等他在塔顶站定，俯身远眺，四周雾气朦胧；当硬币一个个坠落，路人好奇得驻足仰望；他整饰好衣装，凌空一跃，此刻的我，已全然沉浸在The Dubliners带来的充满爱尔兰风情的民谣中，哀而不伤，等待着一个似乎无可避免的结局。
On Raglan Road
On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said:"Let grief, be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the day"
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion’s pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such
By such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That had I loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
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