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E. 肖申克的救赎
详细叙述：
年轻银行家因被判决谋杀自己的妻子罪名成立，被送往美国的肖申克监狱终身监禁。他外表看似懦弱，但内心坚定，从进监狱的那天开始就决定要离开这里。
他在监狱里遇见了因失手杀人被判终身监禁的摩根·费曼，两人很快成为好友。肖申克监狱是当时最黑暗的监狱，点狱长利用罪犯做苦役，为自己捞了不少好处。狱警对囚犯乱施刑罚，甚至将囚犯活活打死！
面对这样的环境，他没有自甘堕落，他办监狱图书室，为囚犯播放美妙的音乐，还利用自己的知识帮助大家打点自己的财务。典狱长很快的发现了他的特长，让他帮助自己清洗黑钱做假帐。
在监狱的黑暗生活里，他从未放弃过对自由、对美好生活的追求，他要用自己的实际行动来实现对自己的救赎！
蒂姆·罗宾斯的出色表演很少看见，但幸好弗兰克·德拉邦特选择了他出演男主角，他的外形实在是太符合这个角色了。而演技明星摩根·弗里曼在该片里展示了他完美的演技，他出色的表演简直是无懈可击，让人不得不为这位黑人影星鼓掌叫好！
1947年，银行家安迪因为妻子有婚外情，酒醉后误被指控用枪杀死了她和她的情人，安迪被判无期徙刑，这意味着他将在肖申克监狱中渡过余生。
阿瑞1927年因谋杀罪被判无期徙刑，数次假释都未获成功。他现在已经成为肖申克监狱中的“权威人物”，只要你付得起钱，他几乎有办法搞到任何你想要的东西。每当有新囚犯来的时候，大家就赌谁会在第一个夜晚哭泣。阿瑞认为弱不禁风、书生气十足的安迪一定会哭，结果安迪的沉默使他输掉了四包烟。但同时也使阿瑞对他另眼相看。
好长时间以来，安迪不和任何人接触，在大家报怨的同时，他在院子里很悠闲地散步，就象在公园里一样。一个月后，安迪请阿瑞帮他搞的第一件东西是一把小的鹤嘴锄，他的解释是他想雕刻一些小东西以消磨时光，并说他自己想办法逃过狱方的例行检查。不久，阿瑞就玩上了安迪刻的国际象棋。之后，安迪又搞了一幅丽塔.海华丝的巨幅海报贴在了牢房的墙上。由于安迪精通财务制度方面的的知识，很快使他摆脱了狱中繁重的体力劳动和其它变态囚犯的骚扰。同时安迪也逐步成为监狱长沃登洗黑钱的重要工具。
一个年轻犯人的到来打破了安迪平静的狱中生活：这个犯人以前在另一所监狱服刑时听到过安迪的案子，他知道谁是真凶！但当安迪向监狱长提出要求重新审理此案时，却遭到了断然拒绝，并受到了单独禁闭两个月的严重惩罚。为了防止安迪获释，监狱不惜设计害死了知情人！面对残酷的现实，安迪变得很消沉。有一天，安迪告诉阿瑞，如果有一天阿瑞可以获得假释，一定要到某个地方替他完成一个心愿。那是安迪第一次和妻子约会的地方，把那里一棵大橡树下的一个盒子挖出来。
当天夜里，风雨交加，雷声大作，已得到灵魂救赎的安迪越狱成功。原来二十年来，安迪每天都在用那把小鹤嘴锄挖洞，然后用海报将洞口遮住。安迪出狱后，领走了部分监狱长存的黑钱，并告发了监狱长贪污受贿的真相。监狱长在自己存小账本的保险柜里见到的是安迪留下的一本圣经，里边挖空的部分放这一把几乎磨成圆头的鹤嘴锄。阿瑞获释了，他在橡树下找到了一盒现金，两个老朋友终于在墨西哥阳光明媚的海滨重逢了。
精彩视点：
《肖申克的救赎》改编自斯蒂芬·金最为人津津乐道的同名代表作，据说该书的英文版一经推出，即登上《纽约时报》畅销书排行榜的冠军之位，当年在美国狂销二十八万册。影片《肖申克的救赎》在牢狱题材电影中突破了类型片的限制，拍出了同类作品罕见的人情味和温馨感觉，因而在公映时成为卖座鼎盛的黑马。蒂姆·罗宾斯扮演被误控杀妻而判入狱二十年的银行家，他定下了逃狱大计，但表面上不动声色。全片剧情结构精密，全男班的演员个个表现出色，从头至尾掌握住观众的注意力。本片透过监狱这一强制剥夺自由、高度强调纪律的特殊背景来展现作为个体的人对“时间流逝、环境改造”的恐惧。影片的结局有一种《基督山伯爵》式的复仇宣泄。
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[Red places his bet on Andy]
Red: That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.
Red: [narrating] I wish I could tell you that Andy fought the good fight, and the Sisters let him be. I wish I could tell you that - but prison is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Things went on like that for awhile - prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. Every so often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes not. And that's how it went for Andy - that was his routine. I do believe those first two years were the worst for him, and I also believe that if things had gone on that way, this place would have got the best of him.
Warden Samuel Norton: Do you enjoy working in the laundry?
Andy Dufresne: No sir, not especially.
Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
Red: No.
Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
[Boggs sizes Andy up]
Boggs: Hey, anybody come at you yet? Anybody get to you yet?
[Andy looks at him in puzzlement]
Boggs: Hey, we all need friends in here. I could be a friend to you.
[Andy walks away]
Boggs: Hey... Hard to get. I like that...
Red: [narrating] But then, in the spring of 1949, the powers that be decided that...
Warden Samuel Norton: The roof of the license-plate factory needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a week's work. As you know, special detail carries with it special privledges.
Red: [narrating] It was outdoor detail - and May is one damn fine month to be working outdoors.
[Andy after Warden Norton refuse to appeal his case]
Andy Dufresne: It's my life. Don't you understand? IT'S MY LIFE!
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served 40 years of a life sentence. Do you feel you've been rehabilitated?
Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society...
Red: I know what *you* think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up word. A politician's word, so young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, are you?
Red: There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
Warden Samuel Norton: I have to say that's the most amazing story I've ever heard. What amazes me most is that you were taken in by it.
Andy Dufresne: Sir?
Warden Samuel Norton: It's obvious this fellow Williams is impressed with you, he hears your tale of woe and naturally wants to cheer you up. He's young, not terribly bright, it's not surprising he wouldn't know what a state he put you in.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, he's telling the truth.
Warden Samuel Norton: Let's say for the moment this Blatch does exist. You think he'd just fall to his knees and cry: "Yes, I did it, I confess! Oh, and by the way, add a life term to my sentence."
Andy Dufresne: You know that wouldn't matter. With Tommy's testimony I can a new trial.
Warden Samuel Norton: That's assuming Blatch is still there. Chances are excellent he'd be released by now.
Andy Dufresne: Well they'd have his last known address, names of relatives. It's a *chance*, isn't it.
[Norton shakes his head]
Andy Dufresne: How can you be so obtuse?
Warden Samuel Norton: What? What did you call me?
Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is it deliberate?
Warden Samuel Norton: Son, you're forgetting yourself.
Andy Dufresne: The country club will have his old time cards. Records, W-2s with his name on them. Sir, if I ever get out, I'd never mention what happens here. I'd be just as indictable as you for laundering that money.
[Norton slaps the table]
Warden Samuel Norton: Don't you *ever* mention money to me again, you sorry SON OF A BITCH! NOT IN THIS ROOM, NOT ANYWHERE.
Brooks: [to Andy] Son, six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth: Not one of them born whose asshole wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you ask them for funds.
Red: The man likes to play chess; let's get him some rocks.
Warden Samuel Norton: I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Red: [narrating] I must admit I didn't think much of Andy first time I laid eyes on him; looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man.
Brooks: Easy peasy japanesey.
Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
District Attorney: And that also is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Andy Dufresne: Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly *inconvenient* that the gun was never found.
Captain Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till it's purple.
Captain Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Red: Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Red: [narrating] The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home... that's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.
Red: These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized.
Heywood: Shit. I could never get like that.
Prisoner: Oh yeah? Say that when you been here as long as Brooks has.
Red: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyway.
Red: [narrating] His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.
Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What're you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] I want him found. Not tomorrow, not after breakfast - *now*.
Red: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I used to think it would take six-hundred years to tunnel under the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I guess it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big god-damned poster. Like I said, in prison a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied. It turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall through the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, he decided he had been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guard simply didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want too. Five hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.
Andy Dufresne: If they ever try to trace any of those accounts, they're gonna end up chasing a figment of my imagination.
Red: Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were good? Shit, you're a Rembrandt!
Andy Dufresne: Yeah. The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Red: Ever bother you?
Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Red, I just process the profits. Fine line, maybe, but I also built that library and used it to help a dozen guys get their high school diploma. Why do you think the warden lets me do all that?
Red: To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.
Tommy Williams: I don't read so good.
Andy Dufresne: Well.
[pause]
Andy Dufresne: You don't read so *well*. Uh, we'll get to that.
Red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Red: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.
Red: What about you? What are you in here for?
Red: Murder, same as you.
Andy Dufresne: Innocent?
Red: [shakes his head] Only guilty man in Shawshank.
Heywood: [talking about Fat Ass] Hey Tyrell. You pulling infirmary ty this week?
Tyrell: [nods] Yep.
Heywood: How's that winning horse of mine doing?
Tyrell: Dead. Hadley busted up his head pretty good. Doc went home for the night. Poor bastard laid there till this morning. By then, there was nothing we could do.
Fat Ass: You don't understand! I'm not supposed to be here!
Inmates: Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!
Warden Samuel Norton: Salvation lies within.
Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Fat Ass: I don't belong here! I want to go home! I want my mother!
Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!
Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?
Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's name in vain! I'm tellin' the warden!
Captain Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden about my baton up your ass!
Captain Hadley: [to Andrew Dufresne] You're gonna look real funny sucking my dick with no teeth.
Red: [narrating] We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation. As for Andy - he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.
Red: [narrating] And that's how it came to pass that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning drinking icy cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Captain Hadley: Drink up while it's cold, ladies.
Red: [narrating] The collosal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.
Red: [narrating] You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards. Or, maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again, if only for a short while.
Captain Hadley: Dufresne!
[to Dekins]
Captain Hadley: That's him. That's the one.
Guard Dekins: I'm Dekins. I was thinking about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids ecations.
Andy Dufresne: Oh, I see. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you have a piece of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins...
Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, do you want your sons to go to Harvard... or Yale?"
Floyd: He didn't say that!
Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins just looked at him a second and then he laughed himself silly and afterwards he actually shook Andy's hand.
Heywood: My ass.
Brooks: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I mean all Andy needed was a suit and a tie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you please.
Red: Making a few friends, huh Andy?
Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides sound financial planning - it's a wonderful pet to have.
Red: [narrating] The following April Andy did tax returns for half the guards at Shawshank. Year after that he did them all including the warden's. Year after that they rescheled the start of the intra-mural season to coincide with tax season. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W2s.
Andy Dufresne: So Moresby prison issued you your gun but you actually had to pay for it.
Moresby Batter: Damn right. The holster too.
Andy Dufresne: You see that's tax dectible, you can write that off.
Boggs: Now, I'm gonna open my fly and you're gonna swallow what I give ya to swallow. And after you swallow mine you're gonna swallow Rooster's cause ya done broke his nose and I think he oughta have something to show for it.
Andy Dufresne: Anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose.
Boggs: Naw, you don't understand. You do that and I'll put all eight inches of steel in your ear.
Andy Dufresne: All right. But you should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to bite down hard. In fact, I hear the bite reflex is so strong they have to pry the victims jaws open with a crowbar.
Boggs: Where do you get this shit?
Andy Dufresne: I read it. You know how to read, you ignorant fuck?
Warden Samuel Norton: Lord! It's a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind!
[last lines]
Red: [narrating] I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
[Andy has asked Red to procure Rita Hayworth]
Andy Dufresne: Can you get her?
Red: Take a few weeks.
Andy Dufresne: Weeks?
Red: Well yeah, Andy. I don't have her stuffed down the front of my pants right now, I'm sorry to say, but I'll get her. Relax!
[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]
Red: This is the part I really like, when she does that shit with her hair.
Andy Dufresne: Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Floyd: Red, I do believe you're talking out of your ass.
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