为了不让桃子失望,我来把这篇生日快乐文完成。昨晚睡前,翻看了一下曾经的日志,我觉得我真的没法再写了,因为我很难超越曾经的这篇日志了。但既然要写,就要写得煞有介事。于是我还是写了。(哇,好唐僧啊)

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

But who would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?

我曾经跟教主说我要把这段台词背下来,以回应他能够背下Pulp Fiction那段圣经的疯狂举动。结果练习至今,我还是没做到。如果这世界上有那段电影台词让我如此纠结如此渴望模仿而又如此模仿不成,那显然就是这段了。Ewan哥哥清晰而浓重的苏格兰腔,听一遍就不能忘记,但是又永远学不像。

所以他是Ewan McGregor。独一无二的白羊座苏格兰男子。既可以到当众解开裤子把记者吓一跳,又能正经八百的给unicef做亲善大使慈爱的关心小朋友。他辞演007,因为他不喜欢;却又欣然出演星战,因为是这部电影最初吸引他走向自己现在的道路。离家大半年,和朋友骑摩托行走世界,远远的离开了喧嚣世界,回来,却还是那个鲜活的film star。虽然他说,I hope I won’t do just any film to become a star.
生性叛逆,却又早早娶妻生子。号称在家里有大半时间裸露,却又爱好给孩子读bed time stories——而那显然不是哈里波特。前一部电影里还是放浪不羁的花花公子,后一部电影就能深情到让人目瞪口呆。好像多棱镜,每一个棱角都鲜明,转一圈出来的却是截然不同的色彩。一切,皆因为他太热爱表演。他说,我不想做什么导演,我就想一直这么表演下去。听上去好简单的愿望。以他满满的档期,这个理想似乎有点低。

不过这有多重要?难道一个广受好评和赞誉的演员就必须要全能,能编善导,无所不能?或者一定要中规中矩,举止翩翩,居家男人就要有居家男人的合乎逻辑?我严重受不了那些关于“完美”的定义,一个全心全意dedicate to 表演的人,他还有什么不完美的呢?
以上口吻不适合生日快乐文的情调气氛,请自动调节。

最后,持续了2年的传统,Happy Birthday to Ewan,哎,我的HC境界真是无敌了。

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