导 演：	杰弗里·艾布拉姆斯 Jeffrey Abrams
主 演：	汤姆·克鲁斯 Tom Cruise 劳伦斯·菲什伯恩 Laurence Fishburne 菲利普·塞莫尔·霍夫曼 Philip Seymour Hoffman 文·瑞姆斯 Ving Rhames 比利·克鲁德普 Billy Crudup 乔纳森·莱斯-迈勒斯 Jonathan Rhys-Meyers 克里·拉塞尔 Keri Russell 约翰·托宾 John H. Tobin
上 映：	2006年05月05日
地 区：	美国
对 白：	英语 意大利语 德语
评 分：		6.8/10( 15201票 )　详细
颜 色：	彩色
声 音：	DTS Dolby Digital SDDS
时 长：	126 分钟
类 型：	惊秫 冒险 动作 神秘
分 级：	瑞典：15 阿根廷：13 德国：12 澳大利亚：M 加拿大：G 加拿大：PG 美国：PG-13 瑞士：12 加拿大：14A 挪威：15

终于看完了第三部，话说我第一、第二部都是在机缘巧合下看的，第三部如果不是因为妖精哥哥也不会自己去下来看。虽然分了三截才看完。。那个谁说妖精在里面比阿汤还出彩的给我站出来><///才多少镜头。。。

不过妖精开飞机那里还是很帅的。。。另外里面有很小一段他跟maggie Q搭讪的情节，偶本来以为这条线会发展下去，没想到最终还是没有个结果- -镜头全给阿汤和她老婆了。。。

maggieQ很性感，真的很性感。。还好没有按照谍中谍惯例配给阿汤，否则真浪费了。。。。给妖精哥哥吧。。。放加长版出来吧。。。我这回真正直。

另外，西塘古镇的烟雨长廊很美，虽然我想不通阿汤咋就从上海市区窜到了嘉善= =话说看到嘉善的群众演员就想到了hime妈妈去看阿汤的故事。。。。><然后还从嘈杂的背景音里听到了一老大爷操着嘉兴话说“有格有格”。。。配着谍中谍的主题音乐，抽搐到不行= =

梵蒂冈那段妖精哥哥的意大利语真是溜，虽然偶不知道准不准。。。。

MaggieQ在梵蒂冈讲粤语。。继续抽搐。。。

另外的另外，剧情很无聊，所以偶看看停停歇歇看了一天半才看完，阿汤老婆长得太普通了，虽然阿汤也丑了不少是真的，当年惊艳的吸血鬼到哪儿去了？

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平了。。。。

四轮之后终于积2分了。。望天

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另外的另外的另外，云山咖啡屋的东西很。。。。复古= =完毕

又是一部妖精哥哥的戏，不过又是配角，Reese Witherspoon 的卷发很丑，不过演出还算中规中矩，妖精演了一不太负责任的playboy，但还是漂亮的夺目，可惜演技很生硬，为啥我总觉得他演的角色是没有大起大落的。。。><

其他人我都不认识。。。但是偶喜欢暗恋女二号的那军官，可怜的孩子一直和女二号做朋友- -直到最后十分钟才守得云开。

另外维多利亚时代的戏剧语言还是非常有趣的，可惜字幕做得一塌糊涂- -另外仔细看会发现很多小配角很眼熟，敢情大英帝国翻来覆去就这么几个配角老头老太。。。

I wish it was just a hideous nightmare. I soon find I can do no help and can comfort no one. Maybe I should say, no one could really rescue others. I’m not an orator or very eloquent. I cannot banish sorrow from my own life –how can I do it for others? The whole group has become deformity. The authentic problem is hidden in the deepest side of the wicked face. With one bound we will be on the peak of triumph, but our claws are still on the half of the mountain.

I condemn injustice towards the students but nothing I can do virtually. Maybe because we are disciples of the fantastic art, we haven’t given up in despair. The university will grant our application finally, I believe, but before the final result comes out, we are all still consumed by the infernal reality. We must deal with the situation without infuriating the university, or we may break the jade of four souls again.

I condemn the misbehavior but I can hardly blame the conductor directly. The prodigious complexity sieges me for several weeks and my strife seems to gain no rewards. I ought to refrain from being irritated but I failed. I think they must behave themselves and cannot do anything at will. However, there are no rules for them to conform to and we can only hope they may become serious of their own accord.

What if one is taking revenge on the other? The decision rests with his own will. I acknowledge everyone’s effort, but I can’t let the group fail in disintegration. I feel like being related to some fabric of mystery and no indications have taken on. Am I not watching a soup opera? What is more ironic, they came out for the dinner but they seemed to pretend to be happy. Why can’t they stride on the thoroughfare but squeeze themselves into the narrow byway? My head is laden with oversensitive feelings. Though lectured on for several times, they offer no give-and-take, much less making friend. I just want to step aside but unfortunately I run over the circle. Passer-by is put into an awkward position, baffled and concerned with the n-angle. We all keep the etiquette before someone takes the initiative. A bomb lurking among us steers the atmosphere going on the infernal way.

No one wants to be at the mercy of others but control comes up in need of one’s own desire. In terms of the whole, we also insist on controlling others. When one is out of step, he or she may be misunderstood. The egalitarian cannot be accepted by the reality. Entrée seems to be the most complex and moved plot and is being dished up. I try to watch it objectively but soon I find I no longer want to watch it anymore. The hurt is pricey to them and no one could reassure them. It is said that if you show trust to somebody, the trust will be reciprocated, but why haven’t I? When the second-guess comes true, the trust is also on the wane. We haven’t tabulated all the conditions and have to play it by ear. A measure of pressure is split but is likely to be more than our prediction. I hope I can sit back and enjoy a cup of tea, but now what I can do is just enjoy the coffee and prepare for the coming test, during the midnight.

Beware of the dog! The young is full of changeability and they are brutally greeted with the truth. A confrontation with the fabric of university is the last thing I want to see. We are now in the most elaborate condition. Our invitation card is exquisitely designed but of no use. Our drama is prepared indoor but of no equipment. Our intercourse is large but of no efficient help. The relationship might need lubricating and neutralized. The origin of rumor cannot be definitely found but the bad consequence has left a huge effect, which put all of us in a temper these days. An uneasy grief descends on my life, for the most part, coming from the rebellious young. I take every step prudently but may still stab some of them. I am busy dealing with the transaction of the association, and the visible reputation is widely spread, but the uncouth sayings are also heard.   

Please, stop the anatomy of the n-angle; please, let them come back to the normal campus life. We are restricted by the bureaucrat but clarification is actively made to the public. A mild breeze is in need. If they refuse to accept our goodness, we have to persist until they do.

The obsession is the penalty for all of you.  It is predictable like clockwork and may end with the miscarriage of justice. The loose ends is taking on.The heart hurt is under arrest. I hope I can depend on you not to back out on the last moment. No one can fill in for you to ge through and we cannot start over.

I hate the suggestive and vulgar rumor. All the setup is on the way. It’s just a labor of love and I attempt to do the best, unless conditions are beyond the reach of me.

There are so many things you cannot change, like the three mothers.  They have to accept their sons' choices and give them love, and that is the only way of rescuing them.

"...'cause I know what you are going through, let's finding it out. I mean I always know about Michael...to spare him the pain if he'd have to tell me. So, Jennifer, don't ask 'are you?', because that's never a question, just say,I know."

"...but, I can't help thinking that if you haven't waken up and I would never have got no chance to let you know: how proud I am that you're my son...and, and that it doesn't matter to me what you are, ye I've got away that a long time ago.
I know whenever you're feeling alone,or that no one loves you. It's not true, because I do."

 Hard time comes with smile, and darkeness comes with light? That's not true, but I have to  believe it and rescue myself. As in the future, I surly will face more and greater unfairness. Those what I've gone through is so limited and count nothing.

We cannot expect everything has a result and a definite end, just like Les Choristes. those who do wrong will escape and those who do right have to leave. No end.

Finally I can't help myself watching anego; actually it's quite good. It will not give the audience too much a burden but really makes us think. If I am in anego's position, I will not choose kudokun, since I'm not brave enough to take a risk.

Anyway, I like the scenes in which anego and kudo have a lot of mental description. That makes me hope anego can get along with kudo.

By the way, why haven't caption version of ep.10 still come out~~~? Go for an exam....