1、《射鵰英雄傳之東成西就》；葉玉卿梁朝偉林青霞張國榮梁家輝王祖賢劉嘉玲張家輝這樣的陣容還能再看到嗎，卡司強大，演技服化道有一種粗糲的美感。雖然無釐頭，但是故事完整，環環緊扣，好喜歡梁朝偉演的歐陽鋒，又可愛又委屈，和洪七打鬥那段簡直高光，打戲酣暢淋漓，黃霑的歌也好聽，看不完《東邪西毒》來看《東成西就》吧！
2、《唐伯虎點秋香》；金典永遠無法超越，看多少遍都不膩。從前看過無數遍《唐伯虎點秋香》，都是國語的，現在終於下載了一部粵語版。從前覺得石班瑜的配音精彩之極，後來聽了周星馳的原聲覺得相當寡味。現在又聽卻覺得周星馳再誇張的聲音裡也有傷感的東西，難怪他能打出黯然銷魂掌，難怪他能念出「曾經有一份……」那種笑聲與淚水齊飛的傳世對白。
3、《我身體裡的那個傢伙》；《我身體裡的那個傢伙》、《幸運鑰匙》這兩部是一起看的，這種「心轉身」設定的片子也多了，韓國的這兩部最有趣。除了奇巧的設定本身，故事講得很好，演員角色到位，更關鍵的是寓教於樂。借「成功人士」的口講出的形象、品味、勤學、勇敢、堅持……做到了，最終就可以成為想成為的人。與其坐兒豔羨空想，不如奮起行動。共勉吧。
4、《上帝也瘋狂》；很好笑也很有意思。穿上衣服成為奴隸的村民們，深深刺痛了我。現代社會我們不斷接受的教育，也不過是穿上衣服這碼子事而已，於是我們輕而易舉的被幾個制定規則的人拿槍頂著，為他們賣命的唱歌，成為一群不會反抗的人質。
5、《買兇拍人》；曾經有人說中國人缺乏幽默感，幾十年的血雨腥風過後夾緊尾巴的華語影壇終於有了自嘲的智慧，在這上西方文明薰陶過的港人更在行一些。大愛的一部黑色幽默。前半段看起來無釐頭，後半程則體現出導演對於電影藝術的執著追求，包括最終投資方與監製架空導演，很寫實，極具諷刺。
6、《阿呆與阿瓜》；我以前一直沒太在意電影配樂的重要性，同時早期電影的配樂其實也很隨意，和電影本身不足夠貼合。老實說，我只是在二十多年後看這麼一出老派喜劇的時候希望能夠有一點多餘的聲響來把那份用力造笑的空白監介處給填滿了。沒有冒犯，今時的電影工業成就有當初一步一步踩出來的試錯，而金·凱瑞無疑是這份成就的先驅。抱著輕鬆的心態去看，能解決一點當下生活考慮過多的煩惱。
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"I hope you will; awfully rich. That's the only thing that counts." She
looked restlessly about the consultingroom. "To do any of the things one
wants to do, one has to have lots and lots of money."
Dr. Archie was direct. "What's the matter? Do you need some?"
Thea shrugged. "Oh, I can get along, in a little way." She looked intently out of the window at the arc streetlamp that was just beginning to
sputter. "But it's silly to live at all for little things," she added quietly.
"Living's too much trouble unless one can get something big out of it."
Dr. Archie rested his elbows on the arms of his chair, dropped his chin
on his clasped hands and looked at her. "Living is no trouble for little
people, believe me!" he exclaimed. "What do you want to get out of it?"
"Oh—so many things!" Thea shivered.
"But what? Money? You mentioned that. Well, youcan make money, if
you care about that more than anything else." He nodded prophetically
above his interlacing fingers.
"But I don't. That's only one thing. Anyhow, I couldn't if I did." She
pulled her dress lower at the neck as if she were suffocating. "I only want
impossible things," she said roughly. "The others don't interest me."
Dr. Archie watched her contemplatively, as if she were a beaker full of
chemicals working. A few years ago, when she used to sit there, the light
from under his green lampshade used to fall full upon her broad face
and yellow pigtails. Now her face was in the shadow and the line of light
fell below her bare throat, directly across her bosom. The shrunken white
organdie rose and fell as if she were struggling to be free and to break
out of it altogether. He felt that her heart must be laboring heavily in
there, but he was afraid to touch her; he was, indeed. He had never seen
her like this before. Her hair, piled high on her head, gave her a commanding look, and her eyes, that used to be so inquisitive, were stormy.
"Thea," he said slowly, "I won't say that you can have everything you
want—that means having nothing, in reality. But if you decide what it is
you want most, YOU CAN GET IT." His eye caught hers for a moment.
"Not everybody can, but you can. Only, if you want a big thing, you've
got to have nerve enough to cut out all that's easy, everything that's to be
had cheap." Dr. Archie paused. He picked up a paper-cutter and, feeling
the edge of it softly with his fingers, he added slowly, as if to himself:"He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
Who dares not put it to the touch
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To win … or lose it all."
Thea's lips parted; she looked at him from under a frown, searching
his face. "Do you mean to break loose, too, and —do something?" she
asked in a low voice. "I mean to get rich, if you call that doing anything.
I've found what I can do without. You make such bargains in your mind,
first."
Thea sprang up and took the paper-cutter he had put down, twisting it
in her hands. "A long while first, sometimes," she said with a short
laugh. "But suppose one can never get out what they've got in them?
Suppose they make a mess of it in the end; then what?" She threw the
paper-cutter on the desk and took a step toward the doctor, until her
dress touched him. She stood looking down at him. "Oh, it's easy to fail!"
She was breathing through her mouth and her throat was throbbing with
excitement.
As he looked up at her, Dr. Archie's hands tightened on the arms of his
chair. He had thought he knew Thea Kronborg pretty well, but he did
not know the girl who was standing there. She was beautiful, as his little
Swede had never been, but she frightened him. Her pale cheeks, her parted lips, her flashing eyes, seemed suddenly to mean one thing—he did
not know what. A light seemed to break upon her from far away—or
perhaps from far within. She seemed to grow taller, like a scarf drawn
out long; looked as if she were pursued and fleeing, and—yes, she
looked tormented. "It's easy to fail," he heard her say again, "and if I fail,
you'd better forget about me, for I'll be one of the worst women that ever
lived. I'll be an awful woman!"
In the shadowy light above the lampshade he caught her glance again
and held it for a moment. Wild as her eyes were, that yellow gleam at the
back of them was as hard as a diamond drill-point. He rose with a
nervous laugh and dropped his hand lightly on her shoulder. "No, you
won't. You'll be a splendid one!"
She shook him off before he could say anything more, and went out of
the craft of man, making that which is ugly, seemly in our eyes, and that
which is beautiful, unsightly! Lord, Lord, what a thing is fear!」
A termination was, however, put to the discussion, by the increasing
interest of the chase. The horses of the Dahcotahs had, by this time,
gained the middle of the current, and their riders were already filling the
air with yells of triumph. At this moment Middleton and Paul who had
led the females to a little thicket, appeared again on the margin of the
stream, menacing their enemies with the rifle.
「Mount, mount,」 shouted the trapper, the instant he beheld them;
「mount and fly, if you value those who lean on you for help. Mount, and
leave us in the hands of the Lord.」
「Stoop your head, old trapper,」 returned the voice of Paul, 「down
with ye both into your nest. The Teton devil is in your line; down with
your heads and make way for a Kentucky bullet.」
The old man turned his head, and saw that the eager Mahtoree, who
preceded his party some distance, had brought himself nearly in a line
with the bark and the bee-hunter, who stood perfectly ready to execute
his hostile threat. Bending his body low, the rifle was discharged, and
the swift lead whizzed harmlessly past him, on its more distant errand.
But the eye of the Teton chief was not less quick and certain than that of
his enemy. He threw himself from his horse the moment preceding the
report, and sunk into the water. The beast snorted with terror and anguish, throwing half his form out of the river in a desperate plunge. Then
he was seen drifting away in the torrent, and dyeing the turbid waters
with his blood.
The Teton chief soon re-appeared on the surface, and understanding
the nature of his loss, he swam with vigorous strokes to the nearest of
the young men, who relinquished his steed, as a matter of course, to so
renowned a warrior. The incident, however, created a confusion in the
whole of the Dahcotah band, who appeared to await the intention of
their leader, before they renewed their efforts to reach the shore. In the
mean time the vessel of skin had reached the land, and the fugitives were
once more united on the margin of the river.
The savages were now swimming about in indecision, as a flock of pigeons is often seen to hover in confusion after receiving a heavy discharge into its leading column, apparently hesitating on the risk of
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storming a bank so formidably defended. The well-known precaution of
Indian warfare prevailed, and Mahtoree, admonished by his recent adventure, led his warriors back to the shore from which they had come, in
order to relieve their beasts, which were already becoming unruly.
「Now mount you, with the tender ones, and ride for yonder hillock,」
said the trapper; 「beyond it, you will find another stream, into which
you must enter, and turning to the sun, follow its bed for a mile, until
you reach a high and sandy plain; there will I meet you. Go; mount; this
Pawnee youth and I, and my stout friend the physician, who is a desperate warrior, are men enough to keep the bank, seeing that show and not
use is all that is needed.」
Middleton and Paul saw no use in wasting their breath in remonstrances against this proposal. Glad to know that their rear was to be
covered, even in this imperfect manner, they hastily got their horses in
motion, and soon disappeared on the required route. Some twenty or
thirty minutes succeeded this movement before the Tetons on the opposite shore seemed inclined to enter on any new enterprise. Mahtoree was
distinctly visible, in the midst of his warriors, issuing his mandates and
betraying his desire for vengeance, by occasionally shaking an arm in the
direction of the fugitives; but no step was taken, which appeared to
threaten any further act of immediate hostility. At length a yell arose
among the savages, which announced the occurrence of some fresh
event. Then Ishmael and his sluggish sons were seen in the distance, and
soon the whole of the united force moved down to the very limits of the
stream. The squatter proceeded to examine the position of his enemies,
with his usual coolness, and, as if to try the power of his rifle, he sent a
bullet among them, with a force sufficient to do execution, even at the
distance at which he stood.
「Now let us depart!」 exclaimed Obed, endeavouring to catch a furtive
glimpse of the lead, which he fancied was whizzing at his very ear; 「we
have maintained the bank in a gallant manner, for a sufficient length of
time; quite as much military skill is to be displayed in a retreat, as in an
advance.」
"That is all, madam—but it is vitally important. And I give you my
word that the tomb of your dead will not be desecrated."
The woman studied Vance appraisingly for several moments. Then
she moved to the large chair by the window and sat down. With slow
but resolute determination she reached into the bosom of her black lace
dress and drew forth a small rectangular scapular on which I could see
the faded image of a saint. The stitching, which held the linen and
chamois-skin together, was open at the top, so that the scapular was in
actuality a small bag. Turning it upside down, she shook it; and
presently there fell out into her hand a small flat key.
"Mrs. Schwarz," she commanded dictatorially, "take this key and go to
my old steamer trunk in the clothes-closet."
Mrs. Schwarz took the key, turned stoically and, opening the small
door in the east wall of the room, disappeared into the semi-darkness
beyond.
"Ja, Frau Stamm," she called from within.
"Now unlock the trunk and lift out the tray," Mrs. Stamm instructed
her. "Carefully turn up all the old linen you see there. In the right-hand
back corner there is an old jewel box, wrapped in a damask tablecloth.
Bring out the box."
After a few moments, during which Vance stood in silence looking out
the window at the cliffs beyond the pool, Mrs. Schwarz emerged from
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the closet, carrying a beautiful Venetian box, about eight inches long and
six inches wide, with a rounded top. It was covered in faded mauve brocaded velvet, surmounted with hammered-metal scroll-work.
"Hand it to this gentleman." Mrs. Stamm made an awkward gesture
toward Vance. "The vault key is inside."
Vance came forward and took the box. He threw the catch and opened
the lid. Markham had stepped up to him and stood looking over his
shoulder. After a moment's inspection Vance closed the box and handed
it back to Mrs. Schwarz.
"You may put it away again," he said, in a tone and with a look which
constituted a command. Then he turned to Mrs. Stamm and, bowing,
said: "You have helped us no end. And I want you to know that we
deeply appreciate your confidence."
A faint smile of cynical gratification distorted the contour of Mrs.
Stamm's mouth.
"Are you entirely satisfied?" she asked. (There was an undertone of
both sarcasm and triumph in her voice.)
"Quite," Vance assured her.
He took his leave at once. Doctor Holliday remained with his patient.
When we were again in the hallway and Mrs. Schwarz had closed the
door behind us, Markham took Vance by the arm.
"See here," he said, frowning deeply; "what was the idea? Are you going to let her put you off with an empty box?"
"But she hasn't, don't y' know," Vance returned dulcetly. "She didn't
know the box was empty. She thought the key was there. Why upset her
by telling her the box is empty?"
"What has the key got to do with it, anyway?" Markham demanded
angrily.
"That's what I'm trying to ascertain." And before Markham could say
anything more, Vance turned to Leland, who had watched the entire
proceeding in puzzled silence. "Can you show us where Tatum's room
is?" he asked.
We had now reached the second-story landing, and Leland drew himself up with a curious start: his habitual air of cool reserve momentarily
deserted him.
"Tatum's room?" he repeated, as if he doubted that he had heard
Vance correctly. But immediately he recovered himself and turned. "His
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room is just here, across the hall," he said. "It is the one between Stamm's
room and Greeff's."
Vance crossed the hall to the door Leland indicated. It was unlocked,
and he opened it and stepped inside the room. We followed him,
puzzled and silent. Markham appeared even more surprised than Leland
had been at Vance's sudden and unexpected query about Tatum's room.
He now gave Vance a searching, inquisitive look, and was about to say
something but checked himself and waited.
Vance stood in the middle of the room, glancing about him and letting
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