杀手没有假期

对我来说，还很找到一个合适的形容词来形容这个电影。

因为它不属于我看过的任何一种类型片，我只知道这个电影绝对对得起你在上面花费的时间。

全班英伦的班底在演员上绝对够阵势，Colin Farrell和Ralph Fiennes这样重量级到演员的影响力足够分量。

拍摄取景比利时的布鲁日，保存完好的中世纪建筑和湖里的天鹅在画面上绝对对得起观众，托尼奖和奥斯卡的编导Martin McDonagh在剧情的掌控上更是高潮迭起。

委婉的低音钢琴是不是的衬托环境，对我来说这是今年no country for oldman之后看过最精彩的电影。

IMDB高达8.1的高分也很能说明问题，烂番茄中好番茄含量也有70%多。

因为是剧情，剧透当然是不够道德的。

我只来说一下，很长时间我没有这样百感交集过。

最具象征意义的在结尾，ray再次闯入那个片场，鬼怪装扮的演员在城堡里走动，烟雾弥漫，光线迷离。

这大概是这部电影最为真切比喻：我们谁也不知道现在身处的到底是地狱还是人间。

尽管有很多幽默的对白，比如美国的侏儒和胖子游客，这个世界上有轻松的存在，当我们面对自身的困境和难题时，都是这样的艰难，即便是在童话般的布鲁日。

电影没有对我们是应该逃避还是面对作出主观的臆断，只是在陈述问题的所在，让观众自己来选择。

每个孩子都应该有一次机会，不管这个机会的代价有多大，年迈的老者还是愿意用自己的一切来让身边的希望走得更远。

初看像是《旅途的结束，世界的开始》一般的异国片，在他乡风光背景的有惊无险浪漫故事；但看罢觉得这是一出莎士比亚式悲剧，虽然套着轻佻的外壳，但却是在严肃地讨论命运的因果报应，和关于角色们的连串抉择和情感挣扎。

故事进展到塔楼下来前，我还被全片渲染的浪漫圣诞氛围欺骗，觉得这是出圣诞档期的有惊无险动作喜剧，大概3.5星水准，浪漫温馨和解大团圆；但然后风云突变，好像是命运女神（导演）看不惯角色们（观众们）的快乐圣诞，要让他们人间清醒，所以派去娘炮独眼龙去报信搅局，终于是将已轻轻放下的命运屠刀再次提起，在可悲的镜像命运中结束。

全片充斥英国佬那粗鲁又自以为是沾沾自喜的毒舌吐槽、还沉浸在日不落帝国中的对所有其他文化（美式的、欧陆的）的嘲笑，尽管如此，不能否认这部英片相当值得一看。

1，柯林的表演有学习德尼罗的倾向，既不出彩，也无差错；2，港化，无间团队可以翻拍，or老杜的作坊也成；3，事关救赎、荣誉，色调和音乐都很出位，关注编导Martin McDonagh钢琴流水的忧郁ost中，Luke Kelly 的 On Raglan Road 冷不丁的安魂曲般的流出，恰到好处的点缀和烘托到大陆某个秀美的城镇翻拍吧，呵呵 PS:http://www.hooleys.com/Luke%20Kelly%20-%20On%20Raglan%20Road.mp3On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,I saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I may one day rue.I saw the danger, yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day.On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledged.The Queen of Hearts still baking tartsAnd I not making hay,Well I loved too much; by such and suchIs happiness thrown away.I gave her the gifts of the mind.I gave her the secret signThat's known to all the artists who haveKnown true Gods of Sound and Time.With word and tint I did not stint.I gave her reams of poems to sayWith her own dark hair and her own name thereLike the 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,For I have wooed, not as I shouldA creature made of clay.When the angel woos the clay, he'll loseHis wings at the dawn of the day.

英国和爱尔兰人的幽默真不是盖的。

整部影片的幽默筋骨，让人想起希区柯克深入骨髓的悬疑腔调，大势已定，情节就是个信手拈来。

果然，导演动动小指，就笑的你内脏疼。

结局却可以用悲壮来形容，雷误杀小男孩因自责要自尽，布用生命保护朋友。

哈利杀了违背“不杀妇孺”原则的雷之后，因自己杀了男孩（其实是侏儒），吞枪自杀。

所有的错误和情义，他们都不假思索地用生命买单。

诸位，你们配得上人类对正人君子的敬意。

导演马丁.麦克唐纳，请坚持并丰富自己，路漫漫其修也远，待汝上下而求索。

导演的另一部作品《伊尼舍林的报丧女妖》，在此之前惊艳了我。

平庸是灵魂的污垢， 科尔曼断指拒庸友， 他要拒绝平庸，洗刷灵魂。

在此，对所有敬重灵魂的人表示敬意， 今天就刷你的《三块广告牌》。

我代表希区柯克看好你，期待新作。

也许不看DELETED SCENES的观众不会看到 为什么KEN效忠于HARRY，虽然电影里也提到是因为他的妻子在那个删掉的SCENE里面，年轻的HARRY来到KEN的妻子的尸体旁，问是谁干的，旁边的一个貌似HOOKER的女的惨笑着所，是“POTTER”.。。。。。

于是HARRY冲到警察局去 把POTTER的头砍下来了我突发奇想的猜测 那么多演过HARRY POTTER的人一起又拍电影 是不是在闲暇时经常聊起当时拍哈利波特的旧事。

电影看完会有一丝的难过怎么回事这样的结局啊？

因为自己错手杀死了小孩心存内疚而要自杀的杀手因为想要拯救自己同伴而背叛了曾帮自己妻子报仇的上司的杀手因为严格执行自己的杀手理念，杀了无辜小孩就要谢罪的杀手老大是的，我觉得他们都很可爱。

电影的画面很漂亮，安逸祥和的画面。

中世纪的建筑，安静划过运河的木船，高雅的黑天鹅故事很英国幽默，画面却很孤独的感觉，漂亮的景色却寂然无声配乐也很赞，忧伤的音调，跟故事格格不入的同时却恰到好处结尾的哀伤久久不能散去在伦敦有一棵圣诞树，那里的礼物没有人拆，永远也不会有人去拆了……

http://www.douban.com/people/1972084/原作者三天时间出的台词，牛逼闪闪的人物。

2009-01-02 18:41:25In BrugesRay:After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames,washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King,and walked home to await instructions.Shortly thereafter, the instructions came through."Get the fuck out of London, youse dumb fucks.Get to Bruges."I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.It's in Belgium.Ray:Bruges is a shithole. Ken:Bruges is not a shithole.Ray:Bruges is a shithole.Ken:Ray, we've only just got off the fucking train.Could we reserve judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?Ray:I know it's gonna be a shithole.STREETRay:Shithole.HOTELKen:I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?Marie:Yes. No, we have one room booked.One twin room. Booked for two weeks.Ray:Two weeks!Ken:Do you have another room?Marie:No, I'm afraid we're fully booked.With Christmas, everywhere is fully booked.Ken:Okay.ROOMKen:It's very pretty.Ray:I'm not being funny, we can't stay here.Ken:We've got to stay here until he rings.Ray:Well, what if he doesn't ring for two weeks?Ken:Then we stay here for two weeks.Ray:For two weeks? In fucking Bruges? In a room like this?With you? No way!Ken:Ray, I really don't like to say this...Ray:You really don't like to say what?Ken:Well... You know?Ray:Fucking bring that up.ON BOATRay:Do you think this is good?Ken:Do I think what's good?Ray:You know, going round in a boat, looking at stuff.Ken:Yes, I do.It's called "sightseeing."Ken:Oh, look at that.It's a former hospital. From the 1100s.Bruges is the most well-preserved medieval townin the whole of Belgium, apparently.SQUAREKen:Coming up? Ray:What's up there?Ken:The view.Ray:The view of what? The view of down here?I can see that from down here.Ken:Ray, you're about the worst tourist in the whole world.Ray:Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin.If I'd grown up on a farm and was retarded,Bruges might impress me.But I didn't, so it doesn't.TOWERKen:Trying to get rid of me coins.3, 3.50, 4,4.10, 4.20, 4.30, 4.40, 4.50, 4.60,4.70,4.80,4.90.Will you take 4.90?Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.Ken:Come on, man, it's only 10 cents.Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.Ken:Happy in your work?Clerk:Very happy.ON THE TOWERI like it here.SQUAREAmericans:Been to the top of the tower?Ray:Yeah. Yeah, it's rubbish.Americans:It is? The guidebook says it's a "must-see".Ray:Well, you lot ain't going up there.Americans:Pardon me? Why?Ray:I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm not being funny.Americans:What exactly are you trying to say?Ray:What exactly am I trying to say?Youse are a bunch of fucking elephants!Americans:Right, you...Americans Woman:You know, you're just the rudest man. The rudest man!Ken:What's all that about?Ray:They're not going up there.Ken:Hey, guys, I wouldn't go up there. It's really narrow.Americans Woman:Screw you, motherfucker!Ray:Americans, isn't it?PUBRay:Now, this is more like it. Proper holidays.One gay beer for my gay friend,and one normal beer for me, because I am normal.This is the life.Ken:We're not staying here getting pissed.We are quietly sightseeing, like he says,and awaiting his call to see what we do next.Ray:This is my vote on what we should do.We give it another day, two days, max.Then we check the papers again, and if there's still nothing in them,we phone him and say,"Harry, thank you for the trip to Bruges,"it's been very nice, all the old buildings and that,"but we're coming back to London now,and hide out in a proper country,"where it isn't all just fucking chocolates."Ken:My vote would be we quietly sightsee, like he says,and await his call to see what we do next.You don't even know we're here hiding out.Ray:What are you talking about?Ken:You don't even know we're not here on a job.Ray:What, on a job? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Here in Bruges? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Here in Bruges, on a job? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Why? What did he actually say?Ken:He didn't actually say anything.Ray:Then why do you think it might be?Ken:I don't think anything.But it's a bit fucking over-elaborate, isn't it?"Go take him to hide out." "Go take him to hide out where?""Go take him to hide out in fucking Bruges."You can hide out in Croydon.Ray:Hmm.Or Coventry.Hmm.It is a bit over-elaborate.Hmm.But we haven't got any guns.Ken:Harry can get guns anywhere.ROOMRay:He's not gonna ring tonight.He's not gonna ring tonight.Let's go out.Ken:Go out where? Ray:The pub.Ken:No!Ray:Let's go out and have a look at some of the...All the old medieval buildings and that.Because I bet they look even better at night, all lit up.Yes!STREETKen:That there is called the Gruuthuse Museum.Ray:They all have funny names, don't they?Ken:Yes, Flemish.Ray:In here it says, "The Belgians twice sheltered"fugitive English Kings from being murdered,1471 and 1651."Ken:I used to hate history, didn't you?It's all just a load of stuff that's already happened.What are they doing over there?They're filming something. They're filming midgets!Ken:Ray!Director:So, on this scene, you're supposed to walklike a little, tiny mouse, yeah?Okay? Great.Ken:Ray, come on, let's go.Ray:My arse, "Let's go." They're filming midgets.Oh, my God! Look at that girl.She's gorgeous!Ken:Ray, we're going right now.Ray:Fuck off, are we!This is the best bit of Bruges so far.You and your buildings.Ray:Hello.Do you speak English? Chloe:No.Ray:Yes, you do. Everybody does.What are you filming midgets for?Chloe:It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"?Ray:Wow, your English is very good.Ray:A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves.A disproportionate amount.Herve Villechaize, of Fantasy Island.I think somebody off The Time Bandits.I suppose they must get really sad about, like,being really little and that.People looking at them and laughing at them.Calling them names. You know, "shortarse."There's another famous midgetI'm missing, but I can't remember.It's not the R2-D2 man. No, he's still going.I hope your midget doesn't kill himself.Your dream sequence will be fucked.Chloe:He doesn't like being called a midget.He prefers "dwarf."Ray:Well, this is exactly my point!People go around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf.Of course you're gonna blow your head off!My name's Ray. What's yours? Chloe:Chloe.How did you get past the security man?Ray:Getting past security men, it's sort of my job.Chloe:You're a shoplifter?Ray:No, not a shoplifter.It's a good joke, though.No.I'll tell you what I am at dinner tomorrow night.Ray:Fuck.Ray:How fucking cool.HOTLEMarie:Mr. Blakely?Ken:Yes. No, Mr. Cranham. No. Yes. Mr. Blakely. Yes.Marie:You have a message.Ken:Shit!(Harry):Number one,why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in?Number two,why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemailand not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow nightwhen I fucking call againor there'll be fucking Hell to pay,I'm fucking telling you. Harry.(Marie):I'm not the receptionist,I'm the co-owner with my husband Patrice. Marie.ROOMKen:Would you turn the fucking light off!Ray:Sorry, Ken.Ken:Keep the fucking noise down!Ray:Someone's in a mood.You'll never guess what.Ken:Will you shut your fucking mouth, please, and go to sleep?Ray:Oh, sorry.Except I've gotta take me contact lenses out.Ray:Altogether,I had five pints of beer and six bottles.No. Six pints of beer and seven bottles.And you know what? I'm not even pissed!You'll never guess what, Ken.Ken, you'll never guess what. Ken:What?Ray:Got a date for tomorrow night.Ken:I'm very happy for you.Ray:With a girl.Ken:Can you turn the light off, please?Ray:Only been in Bruges one day,got a date with a girl in the film business,the Belgian film business.They're doing a film about a midget.HOTELKen:Miss?Marie?Sorry about the message last night.The man who left it is a bit of a...Well, he's a bit of a...Marie:Cock?Ken:Yes. He's a bit of a cock.Marie:Morning.Ken:Harry called last night.We missed him.Ray:Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?Ken:We're staying in tonight. Whatever happens.Ray:Hmm.Except...Hmm. Ken:Hmm.Except "hmm" what?Ray:Except only one of us needs to stay in,really.Uh-huh.Ken:And which one of us would that be, now, Ray?I thought you didn't like Bruges.Ray:I don't like Bruges, it's a shithole.But I did already say I had a date with a Belgian lady in the Belgian film business, which I did already say about before.Ken:Just don't get into any fucking trouble.We're keeping a low profile.And this morning, and this afternoon,we are doing what I want to do.Got it? Ray:Of course.Which, I presume, will involve culture.Ken:Oh, we shall strike a balance between culture and fun.Ray:Somehow I believe, Ken,that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture.Like a big, fat, fucking retarded, fucking black girl on a seesaw, opposite a dwarf.CHURCHKen:Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight,we'd do the things I wanted to do today?Ray:We are doing the things that you wanted to do today.Ken:And that we'd do them without you throwing a fucking moody,like some 5-year-old who's dropped all his sweets?Ray:I didn't agree to that.I'll cheer up. I'll cheer up.Ken:Up there, the top altar, is a phial brought back by a Flemish knight from the Crusades in the Holy Land.And that phial, do you know what it's said to contain?Ray:No, what's it said to contain?Ken:It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood.Yeah, that's how this church got its name.Basilica of the Holy Blood.Ray:Yeah. Ken:Yeah.And this blood, right, though it's dried blood,at different times over many years,they say it turned back into liquid.Turned back into liquid from dried blood.At various times of great stress.Ray:Yeah? Ken:Yeah.So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue and touch it,which is what you do.Ray:Yeah? Ken:Yeah. You coming?Ray:Do I have to?Ken:Do you have to? Of course you don't have to.It's Jesus' fucking blood, isn't it?Of course you don't fucking have to!Of course you don't fucking have to!SQUARERay:You little fucking cunt.CHURCHRay:Murder, Father.Churchman:Why did you murder someone, Raymond?Ray:For money, Father.Churchman:For money?You murdered someone for money?Ray:Yes, Father.Not out of anger, not out of nothing. For money.Churchman:Who did you murder for money, Raymond?Ray:You, Father.Churchman:I'm sorry?Ray:I said you, Father.What, are you deaf?Harry Waters says hello.Churchman:The little boy.ON THE PAPER..1.Being moody.2.Being bad at maths.3.Being Sad.MUSEUMRay:I quite like this one.All the rest were rubbish by spastics,but this one's quite good.What's that all about, then?Ken:It's Judgment Day, you know? Ray:Oh, yeah.What's that then?Ken:Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth.When mankind will be judged for all the crimes.they've committed and that.Ray:And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that?Ken:Yeah.Ray:And what's the other place?Ken:Purgatory.Ray:Purgatory?Ken:Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.Ray:You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.Like Tottenham.Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?Ken:About Tottenham?Ray:The Last Judgment and the afterlife.Guilt and sins and Hell and all that?Ken:Um...Well...SQUAREKen:I don't know, Ray. I don't know what I believe.The things you're taught as a child,they never really leave you, do they?So, like, I believe in trying to lead a good life.Like, if there's an old lady, carrying her shopping home,I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,but I'll certainly hold the door open for her and that,and let her go out before me.Ray:Yeah. And anyway, if you tried to help her carry her shopping,she'd probably think you were just trying to nick her shopping.Ken:Exactly. Ray:This is the world we live in today.Ken:At the same time as trying to lead a good life,I have to reconcile myself with the fact that, yes, I have killed people.Not many people. Most of them were not very nice people.Apart from one person.Ray:Who's that?Ken:This fellow, Danny Aliband's brother.He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would.He was just a lollipop man.He came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do?I shot him down.Ray:Hmm.In my book, though, sorry, someone comes at you with a bottle,that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.Ken:I know that in my heart.I also know that he was just trying to protect his brother, you know?Ray:I know. But a bottle, that can kill you.It's a case of it's you or him.If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different.That wouldn't have been fair.Ken:Well, technically, your bare hands can kill somebody, too.They can be deadly weapons, too.I mean, what if he knew karate, say?Ray:You said he was a lollipop man.Ken:He was a lollipop man.Ray:What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?Ken:I'm just saying.Ray:How old was he? Ken:About 50.Ray:What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man? Jesus, Ken, I'm trying to talk about...Ken:I know what you're trying to talk about.Ray:I killed a little boy. You keep bringing up fucking lollipop men!Ken:You didn't mean to kill a little boy.Ray:I know I didn't mean to.But because of the choices I made and the course that I put into action,a little boy isn't here anymore.And he'll never be here again.I mean here in the world, not here in Belgium.Well, he'll never be here in Belgium, either, will he?I mean, he might have wanted to come here when he got older.I don't know why.And that's all because of me.He's dead because of me.And I'm trying to...I'm trying to get me head around it, but I can't.I will always have killed that little boy.That ain't ever going away. Ever.Unless...Maybe I go away.Ken:Don't even think like that.ROOMKen:You look good.Ray:What's it matter anyway?PUBChloe:So, what do you do, Raymond?Ray:I shoot people for money.Chloe:What kinds of people?Ray:Priests. Children. You know, the usual.Chloe:Is there a lot of money to be made in that line of business?Ray:There is in priests. There isn't in children.So what is it you do, Chloe?Chloe:I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.Ray:Do you?Chloe:Do I look like I do?Ray:You do, actually.Do I look like I shoot people?Chloe:No.Just children.Ray:Mmm-hmm.I saw your midget today.Little prick didn't even say hello.Chloe:Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.Ray:What's that?Chloe:Horse tranquilizer.Ray:A horse tranquilizer?Where'd he get that? Chloe:I sold it to him.Ray:You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!Chloe:This movie, I think it's gonna be a very good one.There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.Ray:Of course there hasn't, it's a shithole.Chloe:Bruges is my hometown, Ray.Ray:Well, it's still a shithole.Chloe:It's not a shithole.Ray:What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.Chloe:Okay.So, you've insulted my hometown.You're doing very well, Raymond.Why don't you tell me some Belgian jokes while you're at it?Ray:I don't know any Belgian jokes.And if I did, I think I'd have the good sense not to...Hey, hang on. Is Belgium where there were all those child abuse murders lately?Then I do know a Belgian joke.What's Belgium famous for?Chocolates and child abuse.And they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids.What?Chloe:One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.Ray:I'm sorry, Chloe.Chloe:One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine.I just wanted to make you feel bad.And it worked. Quite well.Canadians:Fucking unbelievable.Ray:What's fucking unbelievable?Canadians:Are you talking to me?(He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt.And he repeats.)Ray:Yes, I am talking to you. What's fucking unbelievable?Canadians:Well, I'll tell you what's fucking unbelievable, shall I?Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend's face.That's fucking unbelievable!Ray:This is the smoking section.Canadians:I don't care if it's the smoking section.All right? She directed it right in my face, man.I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.Ray:Uh-huh. Isn't that what the Vietnamese used to say?Canadians:Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese?That statement makes no fucking sense at all.Ray:Yes it does. The Vietnamese!Canadians:Well, saying it over and over ain't gonna make any more sense out of it.How does the Vietnamese have any relevance whatsoever to myself and my girlfriend having to breathe your friend's cigarette smoke?Tell me how saying...Ray:That's for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt!Ray:A bottle? No, don't bother.Ray:We're leaving.OUT OF PUBRay:I don't hit women! I would never hit a woman, Chloe!I'd hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle!That's different. That's self-defense, isn't it?Or a woman who could do karate.I'd never hit a woman generally, Chloe. Don't think that.God, you're pretty.Chloe:I have to make a call.Ray:Oh, no.You've gone off me, now, haven't you?Just because I hit that fucking cow.ROOMKen:Hello? Harry:Where the fuck were you yesterday?Ken:We just popped out for some dinner, Harry.We only popped out for half an hour.Harry:Yeah? What'd you have?Ken:For dinner? Harry:Yeah.Ken:Pizza, at Pizza Hut.Harry:Was it nice?Ken:Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.Harry:Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?Ken:He's in the toilet.Harry:Can he hear? Ken:No.Harry:What's he doing?Ken:What do you mean? Harry:Is he doing a wee or a poo?Ken:I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.Harry:Send him out on an errand for half an hour,but don't make it sound suspicious.Ken:Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?Yeah, yeah, I know I said you couldn't,but might as well enjoy ourselves, eh?No, I don't know if they've got bowling anywhere.Could have a look.Yeah, see you.Yeah. He's gone.Harry:What'd you say to him?Ken:I said, "Why don't you go have a drink,you say you've been cooped up?"Harry:What did he say? Ken:Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.Harry:Was he just having a wee?Ken:Yeah, I think so. I assume so.Harry:Sure he didn't mind?Ken:No, he was glad to get out.Harry:He's definitely gone?Ken:Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.Harry:That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.Ken:Harry, he's definitely gone.Harry:You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?Ken:I realize that, Harry. The boy wanted to have a look anyway.Harry:What are they gonna have, a medieval fucking bowling alley?Ken:As I say, I think he was just glad to get out and about.Harry:So, is he having a nice time, seeing all the canals and that?I had a lovely time when I was there.All the canals and the old buildings and that.Ken:When were you here?Harry:When I was seven. Last happy holiday I fucking had.Have you been on a canal trip, yet? Ken:Yeah.Harry:Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?Ken:Yeah.Harry:It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? Ken:Yeah.Harry:With the churches and that. They're Gothic. Ken:Yeah.Harry:Is it Gothic? Ken:Yeah.Harry:So he's having a really nice time?Ken:Well, I'm having a really nice time.I'm not sure if it's really his cup of tea.Harry:What?Ken:You know, I'm not sure if it's really his thing.Harry:What do you mean, "It's not really his thing"?What's that supposed to mean, "It's not really his thing"?What the fuck is that supposed to mean?Ken:Nothing, Harry.Harry:It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it?How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing?How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches,all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff,how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?Ken:What I think I meant to say was...Harry:Is the swan still there? Ken:Yeah, the swan's...Harry:How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh?How can that be?Ken:What I think I meant to say was,when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it.You know, there's that big,dual carriageway when you get off the train?It mightn't have been here when you were here last, Harry.Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper,and he saw the canals and the bridges and,you know, the swans and that,well, he just fucking loved it then.Couldn't get enough of it, the medieval part of town.It was just that initial, dual carriageway thing sort of put him off for a second.Harry:Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway.Must be recent.Hasn't spoilt it, has it?Ken:No, no, no, it's just that initial thing.And you know what?As we were walking through the streets,there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything,and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something.And he turned to me, do you know what he said?Harry:What'd he say?Ken:He said, "Ken, I know I'm awake,but I feel like I'm in a dream."Harry:Yeah? He said that?Ken:Yeah.Harry:Meaning, like, in a good dream?Ken:Yeah. Of course, like in a good dream.Harry:Oh, good. I'm glad he likes it there.I'm glad we were able to give him something.Something good and happy. Because he wasn't a bad kid, was he?Ken:Huh?Harry:He wasn't a bad kid, was he?Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.That's "Raam," like "Ram," but with an extra "a."Ken:Raamstraat 17.Harry:You got that?Ken:Yes, Raamstraat 17.Harry:Good. There'll be a man there tomorrow morning at 9:00.His name's Yuri.Ken:Yuri. Harry:He'll give you the gun.Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's about 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow, after it's done.Ken:After what's done?Harry:Are you being thick?Ken:No. Harry:Listen, I like Ray.He was a good bloke, but when it all comes down to it.You know, he blew the head off a little fucking kid.And you brought him in, Ken.So if the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken?If the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken:It stops with me, Harry. That's an easy one.Harry:Look, don't get shirty, Ken.Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.Ken:Do what for the boy?Harry:You know, have him get to see Bruges.I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."Ken:"I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."Harry:Yeah.Give me a call when he's dead.Eirik:That's my fucking girlfriend, you asshole.Chloe:Eirik, what are you doing?Eirik:Where are you from, fucker?Ray:Ireland, originally.Eirik:And you think it's okay to come over to Belgium and fuck another man's girl?Ray:Look, I didn't know she had a boyfriend, all right?And I haven't fucked her, anyway. Ask her.I'd only put me hand on it.Chloe:Eirik, put the gun down!Eirik:Get down on your knees and open your mouth.Ray:Don't start being silly.Eirik:Get down on your...Ray:Exactly at what point was it that all skinheads suddenly became poofs?Used to be, you were a skinhead,you just went around beating up Pakistani 12-year-olds.Now it seems a prerequisite to be a fucking bum-boy!Ray:That's not gonna help you, man.Chloe:Ray, there's only blanks in that gun.Eirik, don't!Eirik:Now who's the fucking bum-boy?Ray:You, you fucking bum-boy!Chloe, what exactly is going on here?Eirik:I can't see! I can't see!Ray:Of course you can't fucking see!I just shot a blank in your fucking eyes!Is this fella your boyfriend?Eirik:No. I mean, he used to be.Ray:Well, what's he doing here?Chloe:We... We rob tourists, sometimes.Ray:I fucking knew it was too good to be true!I knew you'd have never shagged me, normally.Chloe:No! That's not true, I...I called it off tonight. I told him not to come tonight.Why did you come tonight?Eirik:Chloe, I can't see, I swear it!Ray:Stop whingeing like a big gay baby.I haven't had a shag in months!Eirik:I can't see out of this eye, Chloe! I have to go to the hospital!Chloe:I'll drive you.Ray:Great! Now the whole night's ruined!Chloe:No!You can stay if you want.I just don't know how long I'll be.Ray:I just knew someone like you would never like someone like me.I just knew. Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?Ray:You know, someone nice.Chloe:Call me. Please.Eirik:Chloe!Ray:Cha-ching!PUBKen:Have you got some sort of problem?Bartender:No, no problem.Four beers in 20 minutes. No problem.Ken:Fuck off.Midget:Beer and a red wine.Prostitute:I'll be back.Ken:How's the movie going?Midget:It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of rip-off fucking bullshit.Ken:Like, in a bad way?Your girlfriend's very pretty.Midget:She ain't my girlfriend.She's a prostitute I just picked up.Ken:Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.Midget:You just have to look in the right places.Brothels are good.Ken:Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.Midget:Thank you.Ken:You from the States?Midget:Yeah.But don't hold it against me.Ken:I'll try not to.Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.Ray:Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh?Ken:What sorrows? Ray:You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.One gay beer, please.Ken:How'd your date go?Ray:My date involved two instances of extreme violence.One instance of her hand on my cock and my finger up her thing,which lasted all too briefly. Isn't that always the way?One instance of me stealing five grams of her very-high-quality cocaine,and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead.So, all in all, my evening pretty much balanced out fine.Ken:You got five grams of coke?Ray:I've got four grams on me and one gram in me,which is why me heart is going like the clappers,as if I'm about to have a heart attack.So if I collapse any minute now, please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.Ken:Give us a gram, then.Ray:I thought you were laying off, because it makes you depressed?Ken:You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.Ray:Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?Midget:I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today.I wasn't waving hello to anybody, except maybe to a horse.Ray:Huh? What are you talking about?Midget:Just horseshit.Ray:You from America?Midget:Yeah. But don't hold it against me.Ray:Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?Are you from America, too?Prostitute:No, I'm from Amsterdam.Ray:Amsterdam.Amsterdam is just a load of bloody prostitutes, isn't it?Prostitute:Yes. That's why I came to Bruges.I thought I'd get a better price for my pussy here.Ray:Huh?You two are weird.Would you like some cocaine?I've also got some acid and some ecstasy.FIVE-STAR HOTELRay:Herve Villechaize, I know, did.The dwarf off, I think, The Time Bandits, did.Lots of midgets...Dwarves, top themselves.Hmm. Shitloads.Would you ever think about it?Midget:Huh?Ray:Would you ever think about killing yourself because you're a midget?Midget:Fuck, man! What kind of question is that?Ray:We're just chatting, aren't we?See, Ken.this is the kind of hotel Harry should have put us in.A five-star, with prostitutes in.You know, sometimes, I think Harry doesn't even give a shit about us at all.Has he still not called?Ken:No. Still hasn't called.Ray:No news is good news, eh?Ray:Who's she?Midget:There's gonna be a war, man.I can see it.There's gonna be a war between the blacksand between the whites.You ain't even gonna need a uniform no more.This ain't gonna be a war where you pick your side.Your side's already picked for you.Ray:And I know whose side I'm fighting on.I'm fighting with the blacks.The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!Midget:You don't decide this shit, man.Ray:Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?Midget:The blacks, man. That's obvious.Ray:But what about the Pakistanis?Midget:The blacks. Ray:What about...Think of a hard one.What about the Vietnamese?Midget:The blacks!Ray:Well, I'm definitely fighting with the blacks if they've got the Vietnamese.So, hang on.Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?Midget:Yeah.Ray:That would make a good film!Midget:You don't know how much shit I've had to take off of black midgets, man.Ray:That's...Undeniably true.Ken:See, Jimmy,my wife was black.And I loved her very much.And in 1976, she was murdered by a white man. So...Where the fuck am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage?Midget:Did they get the guy who did it?Ken:A friend of mine got him.Ray:Harry Waters got him.Ken:So tell me, Jim,whose side do I fight on in this wonderful war?Midget:I think you need to weigh up all your options and let your conscience decide, Ken.Ken:Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf.I think I'm heading home.Ray:Yeah. I think I'll come with you.Midget:What's... Ray:Back off, shorty!Midget:You don't know karate.Ken:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Ray:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Shortarse!YURI'S HOMEKen:Meeting Yuri.Yuri:Yes, I'm Yuri.Yuri:Mr. Waters said that might be necessary.There are a lot of alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.You use this word, "alcoves"?Ken:"Alcoves"? Yes. Sometimes.Yuri:There are not many people around in these alcoves in Christmastime.If I were to murder a man, I would murder him here.Are you sure this is the right word, "alcoves"?Ken:"Alcoves," yes. It's kind of like "nooks and crannies."Yuri:"Nooks and crannies," yes. Perhaps this would be more accurate."Nooks and crannies," rather than "alcoves." Yeah.Yuri:You are going to do it, aren't you? Mr. Waters will be very disappointed...Ken:Of course I'm going to fucking do it.It's what I do.HOTLEMarie:Your friend was behaving rather oddly this morning.Ken:Oddly? How?Marie:Well, he asked me about the baby,and if I wanted a boy or a girl.I said I didn't mind as long as it's healthy, of course.But then he gave me 200 euros to give to the baby.I refused, obviously, but he was quite insistent.Would you give it back to him when you see him?I don't want to appear ungrateful,but it seemed like all the money he had.Ken:Do you know where he is now?Marie:He said he was going to the park.PARKKen:Sorry, Ray.Ken:I'm sorry.Ken:Ray, don't!Ray:Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?Ken:I was behind the thing.What the fuck are you doing, Ray?Ray:What the fuck are you doing?Ken:Nothing.Ray:Oh, my God!You were gonna kill me. Ken:No, I wasn't.You were gonna kill yourself! Ray:What?I'm allowed to.Ken:No, you're not!Ray:What?I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?Ken:Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?Ken:I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.Ray:You fucking looked like you were gonna go fucking through with it.Where'd you get that gun?Ken:A friend of Harry's.Ray:Fuck, man.Let me see it.Silencer, too.Nice.Mine's a bloody girl's gun.Ken:I'm keeping it. Ray:Pardon me?Give me me gun back. Ken:You're not getting it back.You're a suicide case.Ray:And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.Ken:You're not getting that gun back.Ray:A great day this has turned out to be.I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me,me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.Ken:Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.Ray:Back to England?Ken:You can't go back to England, Ray. You'd be a dead man!Ray:I want to be a dead man.Have you been missing something?Ken:You don't want to be a dead man, Ray.Ray:I killed a little boy!Ken:Then save the next little boy.Just go away somewhere,get out of this business and try to do something good.You're not gonna help anybody dead.You're not gonna bring that boy back.But you might save the next one.Ray:What am I gonna be, a doctor?You need exams.Ken:Do anything, Ray. Do anything.ROOM(Dear Ken,I went to the park so she wouldn't have to clean it up.Ray)Ray:What a wanker!Ken:He said this whole trip,this whole being in Bruges thing,was just to give you one last, joyful memory before you died.Ray:In Bruges?The Bahamas, maybe.Why fucking Bruges?Ken:I suppose it's cheaper.TRAIN STATIONRay:The rest of the acid and the ecstasy.Can I have me gun back, please?What am I gonna do, Ken?What am I gonna do? Ken:Just keep moving.Keep on moving.Try not to think about it.Learn a new language, maybe?Ray:Sure, I can hardly do English.That's one thing I like about Europe, though.You don't have to learn any of their languages.Ken:Just forget about home for a while.See how the land lies in six years, seven years.Seven years is not that long.Ray:It's longer than that boy got.Me first fucking job.Great hitman I turned out to be.Ken:Some people just aren't cut out for it, Ray.Ray:Are you?Ray:When are you going back to England?Ken:I'll head back in a couple of hours or something.Ray:Harry's not gonna be mad at you, is he? For letting me go?Ken:I'll sort out Harry.Ray:Just tell him I'll have probably killed meself in a fortnight, anyway.Ken:You won't, will you, Ray?Ken:Harry? It's Ken.Listen to this noise.Do you know what that is?Yeah, I know you know it's a train.Do you know what train?Well, it's a train that Ray just got on,and he's alive and he's well,and he doesn't know where he's going and neither do I.So if you need to do your worst, do your worst.You've got the address of the hotel. I'll be here waiting.Because I've got to quite like Bruges, now.It's like a fucking fairytale or something.HARRY'S HOMEHarry's wife:Harry.Harry's wife:Harry!Harry:What?Harry's wife:It's an inanimate fucking object.Harry:You're an inanimate fucking object!Harry:Now, you lot be good for your mummy and lmamoto, okay?'Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.Harry's wife:Where are you going?Harry:I've got to go to Bruges.Harry's wife:Bruges? Where's that?Harry:It's in Belgium.Harry's wife:Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?Harry:'Cause I've got to sort something out.Harry's wife:Is it something to do with the phone?Harry:It's something to do with Ken.It's a matter of honor.Harry's wife:Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?Harry:Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honor!Harry's wife:You are bringing the fellas with you?Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you.Harry.Harry:I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object.I was upset.ON THE TRAINPolice:You're Irish? Ray:Yes.Police:What is your name?Ray:Derek Perlurrl.Police:You hit the Canadian.You hit the Canadian.Ray:I "heet" the Canadian?I don't know what you're talking about.Canadian:That's him! That's the motherfucker.Police:You hit the Canadian, yeah?Ray:Canadian? Shit.Police:We're taking you back to Bruges. Ray:Brilliant.YURI'S HOMEHarry:Aye aye.Yuri:Take your pick, Mr. Waters.Harry:An Uzi?I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles.I didn't come here to shoot20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by.I want a normal gun for a normal person.Yuri:I knew he wouldn't kill the guy.I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.Harry:About the what? Yuri:The alcoves.The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.Oh, I also have some dumdums.You use this word, "dumdums"?The bullets that make the head explode?Harry:Dumdums, yeah.Yuri:Would you like some of these dumdums?Harry:I know I shouldn't,but I will.Eirik:Motherfucker.Harry:Is he talking to me?Yuri:No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters.Your young friend blinded him last night.Harry:Ray did?Eirik:I was trying to rob him and he took my gun from me.And the gun was full of blanks,and he shot the blank into my eye.And now, I cannot see from this eye ever again,the doctors say.Harry:Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.Eirik:What?Harry:I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,and you allow your gun to be taken off you,and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank,for which I assume the person has to get quite close to you, then,yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof.So why don't you stop whingeing and cheer the fuck up?Yuri:Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.Eirik:I thought you wanted the guy dead?Harry:I do want the guy dead. I want him fucking crucified.But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind, little gay boy. Does it?Thanks for the gun, Yuri.SQUAREHarry:Well?Ken:The boy is suicidal, Harry.He's a walking dead man.Keeps going on about Hell and purgatory...Harry:When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,"Ken, will you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist, please?"No. What I think I asked you was,"Could you go blow his fucking head off for me?""He's suicidal"?I'm suicidal. You're suicidal. Everybody's fucking suicidal!We don't all keep going on about it!Has he killed himself yet?No. So he's not fucking suicidal, is he?Ken:He put a loaded gun to his head this morning.I stopped him. Harry:He... What?This gets fucking worse!Ken:We were down in the park...Harry:Let me get this right. You were down in the park?What's that got to do with fucking anything?Let me get this right.Not only have you refused to kill the boy,you've even stopped the boy from killing himself,which would have solved my problem,which would have solved your problem,which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.Ken:It wouldn't have solved his problem.Harry:Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise,I wouldn't have thought twice.I'd have killed myself on the fucking spot.On the fucking spot.I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!Ken:That's you, Harry.The boy has the capacity to change.The boy has the capacity to do something decent with his life.Harry:Excuse me, Ken. I have the capacity to change.Ken:Yeah, you do.You've the capacity to get fucking worse!Harry:Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!Ken:Harry, let's face it.And I'm not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you're a cunt.You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt.And the only thing that's gonna change is you're gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That's going overboard, mate!Ken:I retracted it, didn't I?Still leaves you being a cunt.Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.Harry:Where's Ray now?Ken:Oh, right about now, Ray is in one or other of the one million towns in mainland Europe it's possible to be in, other than here.POLICE OFFICERay:I'll get all the money back to you soon as I get through to me friend.Chloe:It's not a problem, Raymond.Ray:And I'll get all your acid and your ecstasy back to you, too.Chloe:English humor!SQUAREHarry:I'm assuming you've got your gun on you.Ken:That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, isn't he?Harry:He does yoga.Ken:"The alcoves."Harry:Was he going on to you about the alcoves?Ken:"The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park." Harry, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.It's a bit crowded round here, you know?Harry:Well, I'm not gonna have a shootout in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?Not to mention the other nationalities,just on their holidays. Ken:Hmm.To see the swans and the Gothic and all the fairytale stuff, eh?Harry:Are you trying to fucking wind me up?Ken:No, Harry.Harry:On top of calling me a cunt and calling me kids cunts.I might just have to fucking shoot you right here.Christ!Ken:Let's go up the bell tower.Be quiet up there this time of evening.Let's go up there.Ray:Yeah. Canadians.I feel a bit bad.They didn't kill John Lennon, did they?Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.Chloe:Are you going to turn up? Ray:Don't know.What have I got to stay for really?Chloe:The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in all of your stupid life.Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Ken:No way. It's supposed to be open till 7:00.Clerk:The tower is usually open until 7:00.Yesterday an American had a heart attack up the tower.Today the tower is closed.Harry:Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.We're only gonna be 20 minutes.Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Understand, Englishman?Ray:Jimmy, I've been wanting to say I'm really sorry for karate-chopping you the other night.That was way out of order.Midget:You know, Ray,I'd find it easier to believe and forgive you, somehow,if the two of you weren't laughing straight in my fucking face!It's for the goddamn movie, man.Ken:It is a nice town, Harry.I'm glad I got to see it.I didn't mean to be taking the piss out of it being a fairytale place.It is a fairytale place.It really is. Harry:Hmm.It's just a shame it's in Belgium, really.But then you figure if it wasn't in Belgium,if it was somewhere good,there'd be too many people coming to see it.It would spoil the whole thing.Ken:Well, I'm glad I got to see it before I died.Harry:What are you doing?What are you fucking doing?Ken:I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.Harry:All right, then I'm blowing your fucking head off.Don't come over all Gandhi. What are you fucking doing?Ken, stop messing about, please.Pick up your gun. I know I'm going to beat you anyway'cause you're a spaz, but... Ken:Harry,I'm totally in your debt.The things that have gone between us in the past,I love you unreservedly for all that.Harry:What?Ken:For your integrity.For your honor.I love you.The boy had to be let go.The boy had to be given a chance.And if to do that, I had to say,"Fuck you, and fuck what I owe you,"and fuck everything that's gone on between us,"then that's what I had to do.But I'm not fighting you.And I accept, totally, everything you've got to do.I accept it. Totally.Harry:Oh, yeah?Ken:Yeah.Harry:Well, you say all that fucking stuff,I can't fucking shoot you now, can I?Ken:It's entirely up to you, Harry.It's entirely your call.All I'm saying is I'm not fighting.Ken:Oh, you fucking cunt!Harry:Look, I'm not gonna do nothing to you just 'cause you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell.Ken:Like who? Harry:Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth!Ken:My fucking leg!Midget:The psycho dwarf turns out to just be a loveable little schoolboy,and it's all some kind of Boschian nightmare.Kiss my ass!Ray:I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?Midget:I wasn't...I wasn't talking about...Ray:There's gonna be a war between all the blacks and all the whites.And all the black midgets and all the white midgets,which would actually be really good.Midget:That's just cocaine.Ray:He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!Midget:That's just cocaine.Listen, we're filming down by the pointy building tonight.It might actually be good for once.You guys should come along.Chloe:We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.Midget:That's how it is!In another life.Ray:They're great, aren't they?You didn't. You didn't!Eirik:Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?Harry:Who's that? Eirik:It's Eirik.Harry:The blind boy? Eirik:Yeah.Yes.Harry:What do you fucking want?Eirik:The guy you're looking for,the guy Ray, he's downstairs at the bar.Harry:I'm sorry, Ken.Harry:But you can't kill a kid and expect to get away with it.Harry:You just can't.Harry:Where? Eirik:To the left when you come out.The bar to the left.Ray:Ken!Ray:Ken! Ken!Ken:Harry's here.Ray:What?Ken:Take my gun.Ray:Ken?Where's my gun?Where's my gun?Ken:I'm gonna die now, I think.Ray:Oh, Ken!Jesus!HOTELRay:Put that gun away, right now!Marie:Mr. Blakely said you had left.Ray:I need the key to the room right now.Quickly, now!And you gotta go home right now.It's very, very dangerous here.All right? Go home! Right now! Marie:Okay.Marie:No, I won't let you up there!Harry:Lady, get out of my fucking way, please.Marie:No, I won't. I won't get out of your way.You'll have to go through me.Harry:Well, obviously, I'm not gonna through you, am I,with a baby and that? I'm a nice person.But could you just get out of the fucking way, please?Ray:Marie!Just let him come up, it's okay.Harry, swear not to start shooting until she's left the hotel.Harry:I swear not to start shooting till she's left the hotel.I totally swear.Marie:Well, I'm not going anywhere.This is my hotel.So you can fuck off!Harry:I suppose you've got a gun up there? Ray:Yeah.Harry:Then what are we gonna do? We can't stand here all night.Marie:Why don't you both put your guns down and go home?Harry:Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.Ray:Harry, I've got an idea. Harry:What?Ray:My room faces onto the canal, right?I'm gonna go back to me room, jump into the canal,see if I can swim to the other side and escape.Harry:Right. Ray:If you go outside and round the corner,you can shoot at me from there and try and get me.That way, we leave this lady and her baby out of the whole, entire thing.Harry:Do you completely promise to jump into the canal?I don't want to run out there, come back in 10 minutes and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.Ray:I completely promise, Harry.I'm not gonna risk having another little kid die, am I? Harry:So, hang on, I go outside,then I go which way, right or left?Ray:You go right, don't you?You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!Harry:All right. Jesus! I've only just got here, haven't I?Okay. On a count of "one, two, three, go," okay?Ray:Okay.Ray:What? Who says it?Harry:Oh, you say it.Marie:You guys are crazy.Ray:Are you ready? Harry:Ready.Ray:Set? Harry:Set.Ray:One, two, three, go!ON THE CANALRay:Keep driving!Ray:No way. You're way too far away.Ray:The little boy.Harry:That's right, Ray.The little boy.Harry:Oh.Harry:I see.Ray:No, Harry.Ray:He's not...Harry:You've got to stick to your principles.There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.And I thought, "If I survive all this,"I'll go to that house, apologize to the mother there,"and accept whatever punishment she chose for me."Prison, death, it didn't matter.Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know,I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges.But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized,"Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is."The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!"And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.ENDhttp://www.douban.com/note/24344026/?post=ok#last

迷影背后是科恩昆丁。

麦克唐纳延续《枕头人》里的关怀，童年、暴力和无所适从。

戏剧观上接通《等待戈多》，文本则与《麦吉与尼基》互文，导演显然期待《低级小说》式的“绞合性的爆发”。

对于误杀儿童的不容忍更多出于一种原教旨的人道主义而不能够被认为是追求完美的犯罪者强迫症发作。

麦克唐纳偏执的道义观与写实主义完全不可兼容，正如他在片中反复提及的《时光大盗》，吉列姆提供的写作方式或许是他有意参照的：去历史主义的宗教漫画和反对现代影像科技主义的疯癫超现实（本片中最后一场由布鲁日片场的拍摄场面完成“戏仿”对于现实的介入）。

可贵之处在于麦克唐纳精心设计的循环赋予了这一脱线日志以杀手职业本质（反上帝）与道德理想主义的悖论视野，并几乎完成了对这一论题的评价。

如同片中展示中世纪宗教画作有关但丁神话及审判日寓言的视觉呈式，《杀手无假期》头尾相接的因果狡计揭示的是有关救赎历史的密码，人物行动所遭遇的不可预知的往复无间反对的是不再信仰自然宇宙理性或“上帝之国”的“历史的命运”或“进步之轮”。

麦克唐纳将一切的人物关系和动力给定在了报复性的反复之中，但最终留给法瑞尔一条性命（由于坠楼者的舍身警告）则似乎说明导演本人站在历史神意论的对立面，仍然最大限度的肯定人性，并将之视为取消救赎后唯一超越性的可能。

虽然我对电影评分不高，故事在我看来是典型的欧洲装大尾巴狼类型，且又是俩愚蠢爱尔兰人制造笑料，不爱不爱。

但是，作为城市探索指南，本片非常优秀。

需要去探索布鲁日的可以先观影。

1. 布鲁日钟楼（Belfry of Bruges）电影场景：雷（科林·法瑞尔饰）和肯（布莱丹·格里森饰）在钟楼顶部的场景。

背景：布鲁日钟楼是布鲁日最著名的地标之一，高83米，拥有366级台阶。

登上钟楼可以俯瞰整个城市的美景。

2. 布鲁日市场广场（Market Square）电影场景：雷和肯在广场上散步，讨论他们的任务。

背景：市场广场是布鲁日的中心，周围环绕着色彩缤纷的中世纪建筑和露天咖啡馆。

3. 圣母教堂（Church of Our Lady）电影场景：雷和肯参观教堂，讨论米开朗基罗的圣母子。

背景：圣母教堂是布鲁日最高的建筑之一，拥有世界著名的米开朗基罗雕塑。

4. 爱之湖公园（Minnewater Park）电影场景：雷和肯在公园里散步，讨论他们的生活。

背景：爱之湖公园是布鲁日最浪漫的地方之一，以其宁静的湖泊和美丽的花园而闻名。

5. 布鲁日运河（Bruges Canals）电影场景：电影中有多个场景在运河边拍摄，展示了布鲁日的水道美景。

背景：布鲁日被称为“北方威尼斯”，其运河系统是城市的主要特色之一。

6. 格鲁特胡斯博物馆（Gruuthuse Museum）电影场景：雷和肯在博物馆外讨论他们的任务。

背景：格鲁特胡斯博物馆是一座历史悠久的建筑，展示了布鲁日的艺术和历史。

7. 圣血教堂（Basilica of the Holy Blood）电影场景：雷和肯在教堂外讨论他们的生活。

背景：圣血教堂是一座罗马天主教教堂，以其保存的圣血 relic 而闻名。

8. 布鲁日市政厅（City Hall of Bruges）电影场景：雷和肯在市政厅外讨论他们的任务。

背景：布鲁日市政厅是比利时最古老的市政厅之一，建于14世纪。

9. 布鲁日啤酒厂（De Halve Maan Brewery）电影场景：雷和肯在啤酒厂参观，品尝当地啤酒。

背景：De Halve Maan 是布鲁日最著名的啤酒厂之一，提供啤酒 tours 和品尝。

10. 布鲁日街道（Bruges Streets）电影场景：电影中有多个场景在布鲁日的狭窄街道上拍摄，展示了城市的中世纪魅力。

背景：布鲁日的街道充满了历史，是探索城市的理想方式。

下了这片子一个多月了，一直挣扎着是看还是不看海报 怎么会弄成这样？

为了票房？

弄得跟好莱坞大片似的...科林 法瑞尔 看见他出现在演员阵容里不知是喜是忧 focus 焦点影业 这是我看这个片子的最大动力 结果 没错 非类型片中的经典影片打消了我之前的所有顾虑 本以为只是好莱坞式的黑色幽默加枪战没想到会有这样的惊喜 但整个观影过程是略带痛苦的 没有点儿耐性的人（像我）就很容易错失其中的精彩 这也正体现了导演和编剧的功力 把握悬念的能力 矛盾和矛盾间的衔接的掐大好处 叫人看完全片后大呼过瘾！

片子一开始就充斥着科林法瑞尔的那不标准爱尔兰口音 絮絮叨叨的 除了那几乎每句话都出现的fuck外，根本看不出他是一个杀手，怎么看都只像是一个失业的小青年，镜头也晦暗平静，加上那略带忧伤诡异的管乐，有些叫人抓不到头脑。

直到他遇见那欧洲小美妞，直到他回忆当时杀小孩的情景 ，直到他的伙伴接到那个电话，第一个悬念才算解开，原来他是一个不敢去面对事实废物。

呵呵，片子的节奏也在这有了变化，开始变的荒诞起来，这个故事也慢慢的推向高潮，故事不在这里重复，有同感慢慢体会吧在我看来这片子更像是一个童话！

每个人物看似都很现实，自私，整个气氛看似黑暗，但很多细节却又透出那一丝丝的美好，每个人物的存在感是那么的强烈，给人那种没有任何距离的温暖。

也许这就是所谓的炼狱？？？

人间其实不就是炼狱么...呵呵 也许 人间就是上帝的一个黑色幽默..