尼古拉斯凯奇英文介绍(Nicholas Cage)

尼古拉斯凯奇尼古拉斯•凯奇，1964年1月7日出生于美国加州长滩，他本姓科波拉，是以《教父》和《现代启示录》等片闻名于世的大导演科波拉的侄子。

17岁开始进入电影圈，为了不受叔叔名气的影响，改从他喜爱的作曲家约翰-凯奇的姓。

他饰演的角色较多，也获得不少奖项。

在《鸟人》中，凯奇担仸主角，获戛纳电影节评委会大奖。

1992年以影片《野性难驯》获第43届戛纳电影节金棕榈大奖。

1996年以影片《逃离拉斯维加斯》获第六十八届奥斯卡最佳男主角奖。

基本资料中文名：尼古拉斯·凯奇英文名：NicolasCage全名：NicholasKimCoppola性别：男生日：1964年1月7日祖籍：意大利出生地：美国加州长滩星座：摩羯座血型：A型身高：183cm体重：210磅（95.2KG）毕业院校：加利福尼亚大学洛杉矶分校影剧系职业：导演、演员、电影制片人想合作的导演：昆汀泰伦狄诺（黑色追缉令）想演的角色：教父中的吉米坎JimmyCaan、吸血鬼德拉库拉Dracula 想做的事：自己打造一部车子、开音乐公司、开漫画公司喜欢的收集：漫画书、古典火车喜欢的文学名著：俄国作家杜思妥也夫斯基之《卡拉玛助夫兄弟们》喜欢的文学角色：吸血鬼德拉库拉Dracula欢赏的艺术品：琉璃、意大利车（会移动的雕塑品)生命中最重要的女人：母亲、妻子、前女友（儿子Weston的妈妈）偶像：劳勃狄尼诺RobertDeNiro、马龙白兰度MarlonBrando、克林伊斯威特ClintEastwood人物简介尼古拉斯·凯奇尼古拉斯·凯奇，原名尼古拉斯-科波拉，出生于1964年1月7日，通过美国G．E．D测验念比佛利高中高二即辍学，之后在美国艺术剧院学演戏。

他本姓科波拉，是以《教父》和《现代启示录》等片闻名于世的大导演科波拉的侄子。

作为科波拉家族的一员，他从小就在充满音乐与书籍的环境中长大，并养成了喜欢观察的习惯。

同时成为一名电影演员也是他长久以来的梦想。

Action English (235)Nicolas Cage 尼古拉斯.凯奇生于：1964年1月7日出生地：Long Beach, California, USA人物简介：虽然身为大导演柯波拉的侄子，不过尼可拉斯凯吉可没有因此而得以平步青云，仍然是靠著自己一步一脚印，花了一段摸索期，才能在竞争激烈的影坛奠定今天的一切。

出生于加州长岛，父亲是旧金山艺术学院院长，母亲则是一名舞蹈家，在这样颇富艺术气息的家庭成长，让凯吉也接触许多文学与古典音乐的薰陶。

不过12岁那年，父母离婚的因素，使得凯吉的童年生活并不愉快。

由于叔叔的影响，凯吉从小便立志当一名职业演员，起初是加入剧团演一些电视影集，17岁时在「开放的美国学府」获得第一部电影演出的机会，虽然只是类似路人甲的演出，不过在接下来的「青春热舞」、「斗鱼」中，有了较为吃重的演出，让大家开始注意到这号人物的存在。

义大利裔的尼可拉斯凯吉，早期电影，多以较边缘性格的角色，或者说是比较异类的电影为主，而他也对于这类角色非常擅长：包括与凯萨琳透纳合演的「佩姬苏要出嫁」、与雪儿主演的「发晕」、与荷莉韩特合作的「抚养亚历桑纳」以及大卫林区导演的「我心狂野」等，都可以看到凯吉较为另类的演出。

这样的演出一直要到95年的「远离赌城」才算发扬光大，不过其实在早期的作品就可以嗅出味道来。

95年对凯吉来说，是个大有斩获的一年，除了各大影展对其演技的肯定外，在感情上也有了归宿，与主演「绝命大煞星」走红的派翠西亚艾奎特正式结为夫妻。

「远离赌城」中颓废失意的酗酒演出，由全身充满忧郁气质的尼可拉斯凯吉演来恰如其份，不只为他带来一座奥斯卡金像奖，也将他推向主流电影的领域，尤其接下来几部动作巨片「绝地任务」、「空中监狱」、「变脸」、「蛇眼」在票房的大成功，让他晋身成为一线男星行列，也正式转型成为动作英雄；而与梅格莱恩主演改拍自温德斯「欲望之翼」的「X情人」不但较为文艺爱情的表现依然为影迷所喜爱，并证明了他能够尝试各种类型戏剧的演出。

∙尼古拉斯·凯奇（Nicolas Cage）—罗伊·华勒（Roy Waller）∙萨姆·洛克维尔（Sam Rockwell）—弗兰克·摩斯尔（Frank Mercer）∙艾莉森·洛曼（Alison Lohman）—安洁拉（Angela）∙Bruce Altman — Harris Klein医生∙Bruce McGill — Chuck Frechette∙Sheila Kelley — Kathy∙Beth Grant — Laundry Lady∙Jenny O'Hara — Schaffer女士∙Steve Eastin — Schaffer先生∙Melora Walters — Heather∙艾伦·阿金 Alan Arkin ....Grandpa阿比吉尔·布莱斯林 Abigail Breslin ....Olive史蒂夫·卡瑞尔 Steve Carell ....Frank托妮·科莱特 Toni Collette ....Sheryl格雷戈·金尼尔 Greg Kinnear ....Richard保罗·达诺 Paul Dano ....Dwayne1．Richard的一番“成功学”演讲There are two kinds of people in this world, winners and losers. Inside each and every one of you at the very core of your leading is a winner waiting to be awakened and unleashed upon the world. With my nine-step “Refuse to Lose” program, you now have the necessary tools and the insights and the know-how to put, your losing habits behind you and to go out and make your dreams come true. (Sighs) No hesitating. (Chuckles) No complaining. And no excuses. I want you to go out in the world, and I want you to be winners! Thank you.2．一家人热闹非凡的晚餐Grandpa: What’s that? Chicken? Every night it’s the fucking chicken! Holy God Almighty! It is possible just once…Richard: Dad!Grandpa: … we could get something to eat around here that’s not the goddamn fucking chicken?Richard: Hey, Dad! Dad!Grandpa: I’m just sayin’…Richard: Dad!Grandpa: Christ.Richard: When you want to start cooking your own food, you’re welcome.Grandpa: At Sunset Manor, you know…Richard: If you like Sunset Manor, you shouldn’t have got kicked out.Frank: (to Dwayne) So when did you start with the vow?Richard: Been nine months, Frank. He hasn’t said a word. Not one. I think it shows tremendous discipline.Sheryl: Richard.Richard: I really do. Really, I think we could learn something from Dwayne. Dwayne has a goal. He has a dream. It may not be my dream, may not be yours, but he’s pursuing it with great conviction（深信） and focus. In fact, I was thinking about the nine steps…Grandpa: Oh, for crying out loud!Richard: The nine steps, and how Dwayne’s utilizing（利用） seven of them in his personal quest to self fulfillment.Sheryl: Richard, please.Richard: Well, I’m just saying I’ve come around. I think he could use our support.Oliver:（to Frank） How did it happen?Frank: How did what happen?Oliver: Your accident.Sheryl: Honey, here.Frank: Oh, no, it’s okay. Unless you object.Sheryl: No, I’m pro-honesty here. I just think, you know, it’s up to you.Frank: Be my guest.Sheryl: Olive, um. Uncle Frank didn’t really have an accident. What happened was he… tried to kill himsel f.Oliver: You did? Why?Richard: I’m sorry. I don’t think this is a appropriate conversation. Honey, let’s Uncle Frank finish his dinner, okay? Shh.Oliver: Why did you want to kill yourself?Richard: No, don’t answer the question, Frank.Sheryl: Richard! Richard!Richard: He’s not gonna answer the question. Frank.Frank: I wanted to kill myself…Richard: Don’t listen to him. I was very unhappy. He’s sick in his head.Sheryl: Richard!Richard: I’m sorry! I don’t think it’s an appropriate conversation for a seven-year-old.Sheryl: She’s gonna find out anyway.Richard: Okay.Sheryl: Go on, Frank.Oliver: Why were you unhappy?Frank: Um, well, there are a lot of reasons. Mainly, though, I fell in love with someone who didn’t love me back.Oliver: Who?Frank: One of my grad（毕业生） students. I was very much love with him.Oliver: Him? It was a boy? You fell in love with a boy?Frank: Yes, I did. Very much so.Oliver: That’s silly.Frank: You’re right. It was silly. It was very, very silly.Grandpa: There’s another word for it.Richard: Dad.Oliver: So, that’s when you tried to kill yourself?Frank: Well, no. The boy that I was in love with fell in love with another man --- Larry Sugarman.Sheryl: Who’s Larry Sugerman?Frank: Larry Sugarman is, perhaps… the second mo st highly regarded Proust scholar in the U.S.Richard: Who’s number one?Frank: That would be me. Rich.Richard: Really?Frank: Mm-hmm.Oliver: So that’s when.Frank: No. What happened was I was a bit upset, so I said some things that I shouldn’t have said, and I did some things that I shouldn’t have done and subsequently I was fired from my job and forced to move out of my apartment and move into a motel.Oliver: And that’s when you tried to…Frank: Well, no. Actually, all of that was okay. What happened was two days ago the MacArthur Foundation, in its infinite wisdom awarded a genius grant to Larry Sugarman. And that’s when I…Grandpa: Decided to check out early.Frank: Yes. Yes. And I failed at that as well.Richard: Olive, the important thing to understand here is that Uncle Frank gave up on himself. He made a series of foolish choices… I’m sorry… and he gave up on himself which is something winners never do.Sheryl: So that’s the story, okay? Now, everyone, just let’s move on and, uh…Frank:（to Dwayne） Is he always like this? How can you stand it?3． Oliver谈到自己要去竞选Miss Little SunshineFrank: Well, what do you think your chances are?Oliver: I think I can win, because some of the other girls they’ve been doing it longer, but I practice every day.Frank: Yeah. Good luck.Richard: Not about luck, Frank. Luck is the name losers gave to their own failings. It’s about wanting to win, willing yourself to win. You’ve got to want it badder than anybody else.Oliver: I do.Richard: Then you’re gonna be a winner.4．在车上Grandpa: Jesus, I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. Do you know how tired I am? If some girl came up to me, begged me to fuck her. I couldn’t do it.Richard: Dad! Watch the language, huh?Grandpa: That’s how tired I am. She’s listening to music. Olive,I’ll give you a million dollars if you turn around. See?Richard: All right. But the rest of us.Grandpa: Oh, the rest of you. (to Dwayne) Can I give you some advice? Well, I’m gonna give it to you anyway. I don’t want you making the some mistake I made.Richard: Can’t wait to hear this.Grandpa: Dwayne… That’s your name, right? Dwayne? This is the voice of experience talking. Are you listening? Fuck a lot of women, Dwayne.Richard: Hey! Dad!Grandpa: Not just one woman. A lot of women.Richard: That’s eno ugh, all right?Grandpa: Are you getting’ any?Richard: Day!Grandpa: You can tell me, Dwayne. Are you getting’ any?Richard: Come on, please.Grandpa: No? Jesus. You’re what. 15? My God, man!Richard: Dad!Grandpa: You should be getting’ that young stuff. That young stuff is the best in the world.Richard: Dad, that’s enough! Stop it!Grandpa: Will you kindly not interrupt! See, right now you’re jailbait（未成年少女,导致犯罪入狱的诱因）. It’s perfect. I mean, you hit 18… Man, you’re talking about three to five.Richard: Hey, I will pull this truck over right now!Grandpa: So pull the truck over! Fuck you! I can say what I want. I still got Nazi bullets in my ass!Richard: Ah, the Nazi bullets!Grandpa: You’re as bad as those fuckers at Sunset Manor.Frank: What happened at Sunset Manor?Sheryl: Frank, don’t encourage him.Grandpa: I’ll tell you what happened. I paid my money. They took my money. I should be able to do what the fuck I want!Sheryl: He started snorting heroin（海洛因,吗啡）.Frank: You started snorting heroin?Grandpa: I’m old!Frank: Well, that stuff’ll kill you.Grandpa: What am I, an idiot?（to Dwayne）And don’t you start taking that shit. When you’re young, you’re crazy to do that stuff.Frank: What about you?Gr andpa: I’m old. When you’re old, you’re crazy not to do it.Sheryl: We’ve tried. Believe me. The intervention（干涉） was a fiasco（惨败）. He’s worse than a two years old.Richard: Can we please talk about something else?Frank: I take it you didn’t like at Sunse t Manor.Sheryl: Frank.Grandpa: Are you kidding me? It was a fuckin’ paradise. They got a pool. They got golf. Now I’m stuck with Mr. Happy here, sleepin’ on a fuckin’ sofa. Look, I know you’re a homo and all, but maybe you can appreciate this. You go to one of those places, there’s four women for every guy. Can you imagine what that’s like?Frank: You must’ve been very busy.Grandpa: Whoa! I had second-degree burns on my Johnson. I kid you not.Frank: Really?Grandpa: Forget about it.Oliver: What are you guys talking about?Grandpa: Politics.Oliver: Oh.Grandpa:（to Dwayne）Fuck a lot women, kid. I have no reason to lie to you. Not one woman. A lot of women. You heard what I said? Did it go in anywhere?Richard: Yeah, I think we get the point. Dad.Grandpa: Don’t show me the pad. I don’t want to see the fuckin’ pad.5．在餐厅里Oliver: Mom, how much an we spend?Sheryl: I would say four dollars. Anything under four dollars.Frank: Actually, Olive, “a la mode” in French translates literally as “in the fashion.”A la mode. “Mode” is derived（起源）from Latin modus, meaning “due or proper measure.”Richard: Frank, shut up.Sheryl: Richard!Richard: Olive, can I tell you a little something about ice cream?Oliver: Yeah.Richard: Well, ice cream is made from cream whic h comes from cow’s milk and cream has a lot of fat in it.Sheryl: Richard.Richard: What? She’s gonna find out anyway, remember?Oliver: What? Find out what?Richard: Well, when you eat ice cream, the fat in the ice cream becomes fat in your body.Sheryl: Richard, I swear to God…Richard: It’s true.Oliver: What? What’s wrong?Sheryl: Nothing, honey. Nothing’s wrong.Richard: So if you eat a lot of ice cream, you might become fat. And if you don’t, you’re gonna stay nice and skinny, sweetie.Oliver: Mom…Grandpa: Olive, Richard is an idiot. I like a woman with meat on her bones.Oliver: I don’t… Why’s everyone so upset?Sheryl: No, no one’s upset, honey, I… I just want you to understand… it’s okay to be skinny, and it’s okay to be fat, if that’s what you wan t to be. Whatever you want, it’s okay.Richard: Okay, but, Olive, let me ask you this. Those women in Miss American… Are they skinny, or are they fat? Honey?Oliver: Well, they’re skinny, I guess.Richard: Yeah, I guess they don’t eat a lot of ice cream.6． Dwayne说的第一句话Fuck！！！！！！！7． Oliver见到加利福尼亚小姐Oliver: Hmm, Miss California? Do you eat ice cream?Miss C: I love ice cream. My favorite flavor is Chocolate Cherry Garcia, although, technically, I think that’s a frozen yogurt（酸奶酪,酵母乳）. Okay?Oliver: Okay. Thanks. Bye.Miss C: Bye.Oliver: Mom, she eats ice cream.Sheryl: I heard.8． Dwayne和Frank在海边的对话（个人最喜欢的一段）Dwayne: Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep till I was 18 and skip all this crap--- high school and everything--- just skip it.Frank: You know Marcel Proust?Dwayne: He’s the guy you teach.Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited（无报酬的） love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he, uh… he gets down to the end of is life and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered… Those were the best years of his life, ‘cause they made him who he was. All the years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn’t lea rn a thing. So, if you sleep until you’re 18… ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean,high school? High school… Those are your prime（最初,青春,精华） suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. You know, school, then college, then work? Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.Frank: I’m glad you’re talking again, Dwayne. You’re not nearly as stupid as you look.（Both laughing.）- Teach me a con.- You're funny.No, come on, really!Teach me something.- I'm not teaching you anything.- Why not?You're a bright, innocent,beautiful girl....and I'm not gonna screw that uplike everything else.Really?- What?- You think that?That I'm beautiful?No.Then why won't you?Because crime doesn't pay?}No, it does. It does.Just not very well.- You seem to be doing okay.- I'm not.Believe me, it's no fun doing what I do.It's usually stealing from peoplewho don't deserve it.Old people, fat people. Lonely.A lot of the time, I feel sick about it.Then why do you do it?I'm not as innocent as you think.I've done stuff with boys.I've done stuff with boys,if I told you......you'd throw up.- Then don't tell me.- Then teach me something!- No! Final.At the Christmas dance last year,I went with this boy Josh Ward.- He's cute, and I really liked him.- I'm not listening.After the dance, we went to Carrie's,and he pushed me against the bed...- Not listening!...and he took his hand...- No! Okay. I'll show you one thing!- You will?杰克·布莱克Jack Black 饰杜威·费恩琼·库萨克Joan Cusack 饰罗莎莉·穆林斯莎拉·席维曼Sarah Silverman 饰帕蒂麦克·怀特Mike White 饰内德·斯尼勃利乔伊·格迪斯Joey Gaydes 饰扎克1.Battle of the Bands director: Really? I've never heard of a disease like that.2.Billy: Liza Minelli...?3.Billy: You're gonna talk to me about style? You can't even dress yourself...look at that bow tie.4.Billy: You're tacky and I hate you!5.Billy: You.6.Dewey Finn: All right, hit me.7.Dewey Finn: Because I like to eat! Is that such a crime?8.Dewey Finn: Come on, Freddy, throw me off!9.Dewey Finn: Does any one have any food?10.D ewey Finn: Does anyone play drums?11.D ewey Finn: Don't you be talkin' about my bow tie.12.D ewey Finn: Dude, I service society by rocking, O.K.?13.D ewey Finn: Give me a platform. Let's rock, let's rock, today. Now do itto me.14.D ewey Finn: Give up, just quit, because in this life, you can't win. Yeah,you can try, but in the end you're just gonna lose, big time, because theworld is run by the Man. The Man, oh, you don't know the Man. He's everywhere.In the White House... down the hall... Ms. Mullins, she's the Man. And theMan ruined the ozone, he's burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamuand put her in a chlorine tank! And there used to be a way to stick it to the Man. It was called rock 'n roll, but guess what, oh no, the Man ruined that, too, with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool or pure or awesome 'cause the Man is just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favor and just GIVE UP!15.D ewey Finn: God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are yourhumble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen.16.D ewey Finn: Hey, Miss Mullins.17.D ewey Finn: Hmmm... hmmm... What's your name?18.D ewey Finn: I have a hangover and the runs.19.D ewey Finn: I pledge allegiance... to the band... of Mr. Schneebly... andwill not fight him... for creative control... and will defer to him on all issues related to the musical direction of the band.20.D ewey Finn: In the words of AC/DC: We roll tonight... to the guitar bite...and for those about to rock... I salute you.21.D ewey Finn: It's a science project.22.D ewey Finn: Katie, what was that thing you were playing today, the big thing?23.D ewey Finn: Nailed it. And fifty-four is forty-five more than what is theanswer, Marta?24.D ewey Finn: No Billy, we're past yelling at me.25.D ewey Finn: No, it's eight.26.D ewey Finn: No, it's too sissy.27.D ewey Finn: No, what are you talking about? It's too sissy.28.D ewey Finn: No, you're not gonna get in trouble. I'm hungry.29.D ewey Finn: No. It means I was drunk yesterday.30.D ewey Finn: Now raise your goblet of rock. It's a toast to those who rock!31.D ewey Finn: Ok, Freddy Jones, shut up!32.D ewey Finn: Ok, here's the deal. I have a hangover. Who knows what that means?33.D ewey Finn: Ok. This is a bass guitar. And it's the exact same thing butinstead of playing it like this you tip it on the side... cello, you gota bass.34.D ewey Finn: Really?35.D ewey Finn: See me after class!36.D ewey Finn: Sell my guitars? Would you tell Piccasso to sell his guitars?37.D ewey Finn: That's good. Slap it, shoot it, ka-boot it.38.D ewey Finn: That's right. And six times a billion is?39.D ewey Finn: There is one at the end of the month... but you have a policyabout field trips.40.D ewey Finn: Those kids are infected with a very rare disease. It's called"Stickittodamoninosis".41.D ewey Finn: Those that can't do, teach, and those that can't teach... teachgym.42.D ewey Finn: Uh oh, it looks like Mrs. Lemmons is on crack, right kids?43.D ewey Finn: We're not goofing off. We're creating musical fusion.44.D ewey Finn: Would it be educational? It would be VERY educational they playBeethoven and Mozart and stuff.45.D ewey Finn: Wrong.46.D ewey Finn: Yeah, she put on the best show I've ever seen. And she is somuch better live than she is on the album!47.D ewey Finn: Yeah... Stevie!48.D ewey Finn: YES!49.D ewey Finn: Yes.50.D ewey Finn: You don't have to worry about me because I'm a hard-ass. Andif a kid gets out of line, I got no problem smacking them in the head.51.D ewey Finn: You have to use your head and your mind and your brain.52.D ewey Finn: You know, I'd like to take the kids to a concert.53.D ewey Finn: You're lucky. It's Hell.54.D ewey Finn: You're right I was testing you... it's nine. And that's a magicnumber.55.D ewey Finn: You, Freddy, what do you like to do?56.D ewey Finn: Your kids have all really touched me, and I'm pretty sure thatI've touched them.57.D ewey Finn: [improvising some educational sing-song] Math is a wonderfulthing. Math is a really cool thing. So get off your ath, let's do some math.Math, math, math, math, math. Three minus four is?58.D ewey Finn: [raising his first three fingers] Read between the lines!59.D ewey Finn: [seeing bus and students] No way! That's so punk rock.60.D eweyFinn: Does anyone have the guts to tell me off? Huh?61.D eweyFinn: Its gonna be a really tough project, you're gonna have to useyour head, your mind and your brain too.62.E leni: The Bumblebees?63.E leni: The Koala Bears?64.F rankie: Doesn't that mean you're drunk?65.F rankie: Yea, that's cause he couldn't play anything else!66.F reddy Jones: Okay... shut the hell up!67.F reddy Jones: Shut the hell up Schneebly.68.F reddy: Are we going to be goofing off like this everyday?69.F reddy: Burn stuff?70.F reddy: Come on man, we're on a mission. One great rock show can change theworld... look out the window...71.F reddy: Cool!72.F reddy: Freddy Jones.73.F reddy: I dunno.74.F reddy: I play percussion.75.F reddy: It means you're an alcoholic.76.F reddy: Ok, so are we going to be creating musical fusion everyday?77.F reddy: Shut up!78.F reddy: You wouldn't come to work with a hangover unless you were analcoholic. Dude, you got a disease!79.K atie: Cello.80.L awrence: Let's rock, let's rock, today.81.L awrence: You're fat, and you have body odor!82.M arco: Six billion?83.M arta: Nine.84.M arta: No, it's nine.85.M ichelle: How about, Pig Rectum?86.M ichelle: Mr. S? We came up with some names for the band.87.M iss Mullins and Dewey: [singing the Stevie Nicks song while doing a high-5]Sings a song, sounds like she's singing whooo! Baby whoo! Said whooo!88.M iss Mullins: Concert?89.M iss Mullins: Maybe we can make an exception!90.M iss Mullins: Sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Lemmons said that she heard musiccoming from the classroom.91.M iss Mullins: Well I went today, maybe I will go again... TOMORROW!92.M iss Mullins: Would it be... educational?93.M iss Mullins: Yes! Stevie Nicks!94.M iss Mullins: Yes, oh my gosh! No comparison!95.M iss Mullins: You know she came to town and she did a concert and she wasjust so... wild! Oh my gosh! Oh!96.R osalie Mullins: I LOVE THIS SONG!97.R osalie Mullins: Michelle!98.S pider: What's up, dog.99.S ummer: Negative one.100.Theo: You're out. This is Spider; he's replacing you.101.Tomika: So why don't you go on a diet?102.[Dewey Plays the song in the jukebox]103.[Dewey sees Miss Mullins]104.[no one raises their hands]105.[pause]。

网络口语培训，尼古拉斯·凯奇是吸血鬼？近日，某购物网站上一名来自西雅图的用户标价100万美元公开出售一幅美国南北战争时期的照片，称照片中的人物就是好莱坞明星尼古拉斯凯奇，说他其实是个“吸血鬼”。

这位卖主在网站上写到：“我个人认为照片里的人就是他，他可能是吸血鬼的一种，大概每隔75年左右重生一次。

150年前的他可能是个政客、某个部族的首领，或者谈话活动主持人。

”他表示这张照片为百分百真品，并可为有意购买者提供专家鉴定服务。

不过到目前为止，他的网页上多是玩笑性的回复。

例如，有网友留言说：“凯奇近十年似乎老了很多，看来他每天喝的血不够多哦。

”Nic Cage as a vampire? That's what an antique collector is claiming with a Civil War-era photo. ()Nic Cage has taken on a lot of wacky roles in his career, but even this is strange.The Oscar-winning actor is a centuries-old real-life vampire -- according to an antique photo collector who's selling a Civil-War era photo of a man who is near-identical to Cage."Personally, I believe it's him and that he is some sort of walking undead/vampire, et cetera, who quickens/reinvents himself once every 75 years or so," the seller -- who's asking $1 million for the photo -- writes on eBay. "150 years from now, he might be a politician, the leader of a cult, or a talk show host."The seller, who goes by the name Jack Mord and has 100% positive feedback, insists the photo is the real deal and has not been manipulated in any way to make it resemble Cage."Any serious potential buyer will be allowed to have a photo expert of their choice examine the original photograph before any money changes hands," he adds on eBay.But although the seller seems somewhat serious about his find, the commenters on his eBay page are finding the obvious humor in the ridulous story."dude ... YOU smoke way too much weed!" writes one, to which the seller responded that he was "insulted" because he prefers "Mexican black tar heroin."Another claims to actually be Nic Cage and asks what discount he would get if he buys back the photo. (He'd get 25 percent off.)Another potential purchaser notes, "Nick Cage has aged terribly in the past 10 years, he's obviously not been drinking his daily amount of blood to stay young."The seller's thought-out response: "My theory is that he allows himself to age to a certain point, maybe 70, 80 or so, then the actor 'Nicolas Cage' will 'die'... but in reality, the undead vampire 'Nicolas Cage' will have rejuvenated himself and appeared in some other part of the world, young again, and ready to start all over."From time to time somebody might mention to him that he bears a slight resemblance to the young version that dead American actor, whose name they can't recall, but eventually, those occurrences will stop altogether."The photographer who snapped the creepy pic, Professor G.B. Smith, was famous for his portraits of confederate Civil War prisoners of war.Cage has yet to confirm or deny his undead status.Tess wrote a most touching and urgent letter to her mother the very next day，and by the end of the week a response to her communication arrive in Joan Durbeyfield's wandering last-century hand.Dear Tess，——J write these few lines Hoping they will find you well，as they leave me at Present， thank God for it. Dear Tess， we are all glad to Hear that you are going really to be married soon. But with respect to your question，Tess， J say between ourselves， quite private but very strong， that on no accountdo you say a word of your Bygone Trouble to him. J did not tell everything to your Father， he being so Proud on account of his Respectability， which， perhaps，your Intended is the same. Many a woman——some of the Highest in the Land——have had a Trouble in their time； and why should you Trumpet yours when others don't Trumpet theirs？ No girl would be such a Fool， specially as it is so long ago， and not your Fault at all. J shall answer the same if you ask me fifty times. Besides， you must bear in mind that， knowing it to be your Childish Nature to tell all that's in your heart——so simple！——J made you promise me never to let it out by Word or Deed， having your Welfare in my Mind； and you most solemnly did promise it going from this Door. J have not named either that Question or your coming marriage to your Father， as he would blab it everywhere， poor Simple Man.Dear Tess， keep up your Spirits， and we mean to send you a Hogshead of Cyder for you Wedding， knowing there is not much in your parts， and thin Sour Stuff what there is. So no more at present， and with kind love to your Young Man.——From your affectte. Mother.J. Durbeyfield"O mother， mother！" murmured Tess.She was recognizing how light was the touch of events the most oppressive upon Mrs Durbeyfield's elastic spirit. Her mother did not see life as Tess saw it. That haunting episode of bygone days was to her mother but a passing accident. But perhaps her mother was right as to the course to be followed， whatever she might be in her reasons. Silence seemed， on the face of it， best for her adored one's happiness： silence it should be.Thus steadied by a command from the only person in the world who had any shadow of right to control her action， Tess grew calmer. The responsibility was shifted， and her heart was lighter than it had been for weeks. The days of declining autumn which followed her assent， beginning with the month of October， formed a season through which she lived in spiritual altitudes more nearly approachingecstasy than any other period of her life.There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare. To her sublime trustfulness he was all that goodness could be——knew all that a guide，philosopher， and friend should know. She thought every line in the contour of his person the perfection of masculine beauty， his soul the soul of a saint， his intellect that of a seer. The wisdom of her love for him， as love， sustained her dignity； she seemed to be wearing a crown. The compassion of his love for her，as she saw it， made her lift up her heart to him in devotion. He would sometimes catch her large， worshipful eyes， that had no bottom to them looking at him from their depths， as if she saw something immortal before her.She dismissed the past——trod upon it and put it out， as one treads on a coal that is smouldering and dangerous.She had not known that men could be so disinterested，chivalrous，protective， in their love for women as he. Angel Clare was far from all that she thought him in this respect； absurdly far， indeed； but he was， in truth， more spiritual than animal； he had himself well in hand， and was singularly free from grossness. Though not cold-natured， he was rather bright than hot——less Byronic than Shelleyan； could love desperately， but with a love more especially inclined to the imaginative and ethereal； it was a fastidious emotion which could jealously guard the loved one against his very self. This amazed and enraptured Tess， whose slight experiences had been so infelicitous till now； and in her reaction from indignation against the male sex she swerved to excess of honour for Clare.They unaffectedly sought each other's company； in her honest faith she did not disguise her desire to be with him. The sum of her instincts on this matter，if clearly stated， would have been that the elusive quality of her sex which attracts men in general might be distasteful to so perfect a man after an avowal of love，since it must in its very nature carry with it a suspicion of art.The country custom of unreserved comradeship out of doors during betrothalwas the only custom she knew， and to her it had no strangeness； though it seemed oddly anticipative to Clare till he saw how normal a thing she， in common with all the other dairy-folk， regarded it. Thus， during this October month of wonderful afternoons they roved along the meads by creeping paths which followed the brinks of trickling tributary brooks， hopping across by little wooden bridges to the other side， and back again. They were never out of the sound of some purling weir， whose buzz accompanied their own murmuring， while the beams of the sun， almost as horizontal as the mead itself， formed a pollen of radiance over the landscape. They saw tiny blue fogs in the shadows of trees and hedges， all the time that there was bright sunshine elsewhere. The sun was so near the ground， and the sward so flat， that the shadows of Clare and Tess would stretch a quarter of a mile ahead of them， like two long fingers pointing afar to where the green alluvial reaches abutted against the sloping sides of the vale.Men were at work here and there——for it was the season for "taking up" the meadows， or digging the little waterways clear for the winter irrigation，and mending their banks where trodden down by the cows. The shovelfuls of loam，black as jet， brought there by the river when it was as wide as the whole valley，were an essence of soils， pounded campaigns of the past， steeped， refined， and subtilized to extraordinary richness， out of which came all the fertility of the mead， and of the cattle grazing there.Clare hardily kept his arm round her waist in sight of these watermen，with the air of a man who was accustomed to public dalliance， though actually as shy as she who， with lips parted and eyes askance on the labourers， wore the look of a wary animal the while."You are not ashamed of owning me as yours before them！" she said gladly."O no！""But if it should reach the ears of your friends at Emminster that you are walking about like this with me， a milkmaid——""The most bewitching milkmaid every seen.""They might feel it a hurt to their dignity.""My dear girl——a d'Urberville hurt the dignity of a Clare！" It is a grand card to play——that of your belonging to such a family， and I am reserving it for a grand effect when we are married， and have the proofs of your descent from Parson Tringham. Apart from that， my future is to be totally foreign to my family ——it will not affect even the surface of their lives. We shall leave this part of England——perhaps England itself——and what does it matter how people regard us here？ You will like going， will you not？"She could answer no more than a bare affirmative， so great was the emotion aroused in her at the thought of going through the world with him as his own familiar friend. Her feelings almost filled her ears like a babble of waves， and surged up to her eyes. She put her hand in his， and thus they went on， to a place where the reflected sun glared up from the river， under a bridge， with a molten-metallic glow that dazzled their eyes， though the sun itself was hidden by the bridge. They stood still， whereupon little furred and feathered heads popped up from the smooth surface of the water； but， finding that the disturbing presences had paused，and not passed by， they disappeared again. Upon this river-brink they lingered till the fog began to close round them——which was very early in the evening at this time of the year——settling on the lashes of her eyes， where it rested like crystals， and on his brows and hair.They walked later on Sundays，when it was quite dark. Some of the dairy-people， who were also out of doors on the first Sunday evening after their engagement， heard her impulsive speeches， ecstasized to fragments， though they were too far off to hear the words discoursed； noted the spasmodic catch in her remarks， broken into syllables by the leapings of her heart， as she walked leaning on his arm； her contented pauses， the occasional little laugh upon which her soul seemed to ride——the laugh of a woman in company with the man she loves and has won from all other women——unlike anything else in nature. They marked the buoyancyof her tread， like the skim of a bird which had not quite alighted.Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being； it enveloped her as a photosphere， irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows， keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her——doubt， fear， moodiness， care， shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light， but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.A spiritual forgetfulness co-existed with an intellectual remembrance. She walked in brightness， but she knew that in the background those shapes of darkness were always spread. They might be receding， or they might be approaching， one or the other， a little every day.One evening Tess and Clare were obliged to sit indoors keeping house， all the other occupants of the domicile being away. As they talked she looked thoughtfully up at him， and met his two appreciative eyes."I am not worthy of you——no， I am not！" she burst out， jumping up from her low stool as though appalled at his homage， and the fulness of her own joy thereat.Clare， deeming the whole basis of her excitement to be that which was only the smaller part of it， said——"I won't have you speak like it， dear Tess！ Distinction does not consist in the facile use of a contemptible set of conventions， but in being numbered among those who are true， and honest， and just， and pure， and lovely， and of good report——as you are， my Tess."She struggled with the sob in her throat. How often had that string of excellences made her young heart ache in church of late years， and how strange that he should have cited them now."Why didn't you stay and love me when I——was sixteen； living with my little sisters and brothers， and you danced on the green？ O， why didn't you，why didn't you！" she said， impetuously clasping her hands.Angel began to comfort and reassure her， thinking to himself， truly enough，what a creature of moods she was， and how careful he would have to be of her when she depended for her happiness entirely on him."Ah——why didn't I stay！" he said. "That is just what I feel. If I had only known！ But you must not be so bitter in your regret——why should you be？"With the woman's instinct to hide she diverged hastily——。

本文部分内容来自网络整理，本司不为其真实性负责，如有异议或侵权请及时联系，本司将立即删除！== 本文为word格式，下载后可方便编辑和修改！ ==尼古拉斯凯奇变脸影评篇一：战争之王观后感“战争之王”观后感尼古拉斯凯奇的战争之王从军火商的角度叙写了战争的残酷，同时也描述了当今世界的形势。

纵使我不了解也不可能了解军火商，我对武器也没有研究，仅仅觉得武器那种冷酷美始终很吸引我，但这都不妨碍我对这部影片的喜欢，影片给我感觉就是一种宛如记录片的感觉，那便是真实。

对于影片的主演尼古拉斯凯奇，相信大多数经常看外国电影的人都熟知，文艺戏出身的凯奇近几年一直活跃在动作戏领域，但除了在吴宇森的《变脸》中，凯奇在演反角的时候给人一种不一样的感觉之外，他的其他动作片，虽然精彩，但表演总是给人感觉没什么突破，演英雄的时候总是看起来那么无辜，一脸苦大仇深之样。

直到现在的《战争之王》，似乎又在凯奇的眼神里找到了他在《火柴人》里忽悠别人那种无辜的狡猾。

有人评价说《战争之王》凯奇的转型之作，那我更认为，这是凯奇的半回归之作。

剧中的主角叫尤瑞，如果抛开尤瑞是个军火商身份的话，那么他完全就是一个商人。

他和所有的商人一样，他有了第一次出售商品的动机，也有第一次交易的兴奋，甚至和各种各样的人来打通关系。

他种种的作为和一个普通的商人没什么区别，他知道如何在政策和法律的框框中为自己牟取更大利益，他知道和直接影响他买卖的那些人做好关系，他甚至和所有的商人一样不去关心“消费者”买了他的产品到底会用来做什么，他的职责就是，尽可能地将自己的商品出售给需要的人，尽可能地给自己牟取最大的利润。

也就是这个原则，贯穿着整个故事，不涉及其他国家的所作所为是他耐以生存的一个原则。

影片的第一个镜头便是满地的弹壳，接着我们看到了尤瑞，也是从尤瑞的口中我们慢慢进入军火走私商的故事。

也正是从我们看到尤瑞的第一个表情开始，我们就明白，这只是一个商人，一个比较精明的商人，仅此而以。