骄阳似我

I like this movie.
　　
　　1.about the painting
　　WILL: The sky's fallin' on your head. The waves are crashin' over your little boat.The oars are about to snap. You just piss in your pants. You're cryin' for the harbor. So maybe you do what you gotta do to get out. You know, maybe you became a psychologist.
　　SEAN:Bingo. That's it. Let me do my job now. You start with me. Come on.
　　
　　2.treatment
　　SEAN ： Stayed up half the night thinkin' about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, and I haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
　　SEAN ： You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea of what you're talkin' about.
　　SEAN： So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny of Every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling, seen that.
　　
　　SEAN：If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what if feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid.
　　
　　And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right?"once more unto the breach, dear friends..." But you've never bee near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to your for help.
　　
　　I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me s sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that could level you with her eyes, feelin' like God put and angel on earth just for you,who could rescue you from the depths of hell, and you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anyghin, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
　　
　　I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possible understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been? How you feel? Who you are? Because I read Oliver TWist?Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless, you wanna talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fasci ated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say.
　　
　　3.about Sean's wife
　　SEAN ： Oh, Christ. But, Will, she's been dead two years, and that's the shit I remember. It's wonderful stuff, you know? Little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncracies that only I knew about. That's what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me too. She knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections. But they're not. Ah……that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let our weird worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about . Now, you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot. You certainly won't learn it from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell a pissant like you.
　　
　　
　　4.National Security Agency
　　WILL：Oh, com'on, I mean, that is what you do. You guys handle 80 percent of the intelligence workload. You're seven times the size of the CIA.
　　NSA：We don't like to brag about that, Will. So, the way I see it, the question isn't Why SHOULD you work for the NSA? The question is: Why shouldn't you?
　　WILL：Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk, somethin' no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, cus' I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in...
　　WILL：...North Africa or the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding... Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, Send inthe marines to secure the area" cus' they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, cus' they were off pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cus' he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' cus' every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President.
　　
　　5.soul mate
　　SEAN： Do you have a soul mate?
　　WILL ： Do I ha…? Define that.
　　SEAN ： Somebody who challenges you.
　　WILL ： I have Chuckie
　　SEAN ： No, Chuckie's family. He'd lie down in fuckin' traffic for you. No, I'm talkin' about someone who opens up things for you, touches your soul.
　　WILL ： I got-I got…
　　SEAN ： Who?
　　WILL ： I got plenty.
　　SEAN ： Well, name them.
　　WILL ： Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Connor, Kant, Pope, Locke.
　　SEAN ： That's great. They're all dead.
　　WILL ： Not to me, they're not.
　　SEAN ： No, You don't have a lot of dialogue with them. You can't give back to them, Will.
　　WILL ： No, not without some serious smelling salts and a heater.
　　SEAN ： Yeah. Well, that's what I'm saying. You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're always afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing ten miles down the road.
　　
　　　　
　　6.Chuckie
　　CHUCKIE：It's a way outta here.
　　WILL：What do I want a way outta here for? I want to live here the rest of my life. I want to be your next-door neighbor. I want to take out kids to little league together up Foley Field.
　　CHUCKIE：Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way, but in 20 years, if you're livin' next door to me, comin' over watchin' the Patriots’ games and still workin' construction, I'll kill you. And that's not a threat, that's a fact. I’ll kill you.
　　WILL：Chuckie, what are you talkin'...
　　CHUCKIE：Listen, you got somethin' that none of us have.
　　WILL：Why is it always this? I owe it to myself? What if I don't want to?
　　CHUCKIE：Fuck you. You owe it to me. Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty and I'll still be doin' this. And that's all right 'cause I'm gonna make a run at it. But you, you're sittin' on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bullshit 'cause I'd do anything to have what you got! And so would any of these guys. It'd be a insult to us if you're still here in twenty years.
　　WILL：You don't know that.
　　CHUCKIE：Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come by to pick you up, and we go out drinkin' or whatever and we have a few laughs. But you know what the best part of my day is? The ten seconds before I knock on the door 'cause I let myself think I might get there, and you'd be gone. I'd knock on the door and you wouldn't be there. You just left.
　　CHUCKIE (cont'd)：Now, I don't know much. But I know that.

就这段时间而言，我最喜欢soul mate的那一段，Treatment那段太锋锐，让我看清了自己的生活经历是多么贫乏，嗯，我很喜欢