“Maria” 重新塑造了《巴黎最后的探戈》女主角玛丽亚·施奈德的演艺生涯和悲剧人生。《正发生》中的新星安娜玛丽亚·瓦托洛梅饰演施奈德，而马特·狄龙则饰演与她搭档的马龙·白兰度。本片在一定程度上追踪了贝纳尔多·贝托鲁奇1972年杰作的争议性制作和痛苦后果——这一里程碑式的作品使施奈德一夜成名的同时将她锁定在一个她永远无法逃脱的形象中。这部电影也与贝托鲁奇相呼应，导演帕吕的职业生涯是在《戏梦巴黎》的片场开始的。

“Maria” 重新塑造了《巴黎最后的探戈》女主角玛丽亚·施奈德的演艺生涯和悲剧人生。《正发生》中的新星安娜玛丽亚·瓦托洛梅饰演施奈德，而马特·狄龙则饰演与她搭档的马龙·白兰度。本片在一定程度上追踪了贝纳尔多·贝托鲁奇1972年杰作的争议性制作和痛苦后果——这一里程碑式的作品使施奈德一夜成名的同时将她锁定在一个她永远无法逃脱的形象中。这部电影也与贝托鲁奇相呼应，导演帕吕的职业生涯是在《戏梦巴黎》的片场开始的。

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未婚夫陆子谦的表妹声称自己讨厌臭男人，只喜欢香香软软的美女。 她女扮男装，每天混迹在男人堆里，对着京城里的美人指指点点。 却从没人怪她荒唐。 直到赏花宴上，她搂着我调笑。 她说：“美人儿别怕，我替你调教好我那个臭表哥了，他新婚夜定不会弄疼你。” 众人起哄，赌我会像往日一样乖顺大度。 可他们不知道，我这个虐文舔狗女配觉醒了。 看着她头顶的心声弹幕，我也笑了。 是系统攻略女，还是大女主，那又怎样？

陈嘉嘉沉迷替身小说，却意外穿书成为大佬即将抛弃的替身。眼看就要被扫地出门，她内心咆哮:“这年头工作不好找，何况大佬帅活好！” 　　决心苟到底的她，开启逆袭模式--替身怎么了？她偏要在大佬身边吃香喝辣，稳到大结局

陈嘉嘉沉迷替身小说，却意外穿书成为大佬即将抛弃的替身。眼看就要被扫地出门，她内心咆哮:“这年头工作不好找，何况大佬帅活好！” 　　决心苟到底的她，开启逆袭模式--替身怎么了？她偏要在大佬身边吃香喝辣，稳到大结局

墨西哥超现实吸血鬼片，导演Juan López Moctezuma是JODOROWSKY大师的好友，曾经参与杨大师多部经典CULT片的拍摄工作。 　　A beautifull artist (Cristina Ferrare) moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father (John Carradine), who's also a vampire. Model and future TV host Christina Ferrare is a lesbian vampire whose victims are dying to quench her thirst for blood. Mexican authorities and her father (John Carradine) try to come between Ferrare and her next target's neck in this horrifying shockfest. 　　Juan Lopez Moctezuma's MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY (1975) is one of those movies you watch and, after mentally cataloging all the things wrong with it, realize how cool it really is... mostly because of all the things you thought were wrong with it. Cristina Ferrare is such a Pamprin headache of an actress, as stiff as a celluloid collar, and yet she does create one of cinema's most interesting vampires. In many ways, Mary couldn't be worse at what she does - while the early murder of a man interested in more than her paintings goes off smoothly (Miss Thing slyly sliding a hairpin out of her chignon during female superior sex and using it to lay open his jugular), her next victim (a fisherman, whom she has attempted to drug) nearly fends her off until she takes him down in one of the most ungainly vampire attacks of all time. 　　Elsewhere, Mary proves herself a complete chicken shit in moments of tension, as when she breaks down in big boo-boo tears when confronted on a country road by a mysterious figure clad in black. She's lachrymose, emotionally withdrawn, sexually disengaged and her art sucks... what a perfect portrait of an Ugly Americana spreading the white man's poison south of the border. It's in this context that the cheapness of the production, the harsh 70s decor, the cold, perfunctory performances and the wall-to-wall Muzak score actually begin to seem like grounded artistic choices and have a lot to do with why I keep coming back to this one. 　　MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY ends in a surprisingly cynical bloodbath of ultraviolence that leaves only the pathetic title character standing... or in reality on her knees sucking the life out of the one person whose love she had relied on to point her to some kind of normalcy. Not enough vampire movies use awkwardness and incompetence as character traits to define their bloodsuckers and that's too bad. George Romero had similar ideas for MARTIN (1976) a year later but portraying vampires as just folks is definitely the horror road not taken.

墨西哥超现实吸血鬼片，导演Juan López Moctezuma是JODOROWSKY大师的好友，曾经参与杨大师多部经典CULT片的拍摄工作。 　　A beautifull artist (Cristina Ferrare) moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father (John Carradine), who's also a vampire. Model and future TV host Christina Ferrare is a lesbian vampire whose victims are dying to quench her thirst for blood. Mexican authorities and her father (John Carradine) try to come between Ferrare and her next target's neck in this horrifying shockfest. 　　Juan Lopez Moctezuma's MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY (1975) is one of those movies you watch and, after mentally cataloging all the things wrong with it, realize how cool it really is... mostly because of all the things you thought were wrong with it. Cristina Ferrare is such a Pamprin headache of an actress, as stiff as a celluloid collar, and yet she does create one of cinema's most interesting vampires. In many ways, Mary couldn't be worse at what she does - while the early murder of a man interested in more than her paintings goes off smoothly (Miss Thing slyly sliding a hairpin out of her chignon during female superior sex and using it to lay open his jugular), her next victim (a fisherman, whom she has attempted to drug) nearly fends her off until she takes him down in one of the most ungainly vampire attacks of all time. 　　Elsewhere, Mary proves herself a complete chicken shit in moments of tension, as when she breaks down in big boo-boo tears when confronted on a country road by a mysterious figure clad in black. She's lachrymose, emotionally withdrawn, sexually disengaged and her art sucks... what a perfect portrait of an Ugly Americana spreading the white man's poison south of the border. It's in this context that the cheapness of the production, the harsh 70s decor, the cold, perfunctory performances and the wall-to-wall Muzak score actually begin to seem like grounded artistic choices and have a lot to do with why I keep coming back to this one. 　　MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY ends in a surprisingly cynical bloodbath of ultraviolence that leaves only the pathetic title character standing... or in reality on her knees sucking the life out of the one person whose love she had relied on to point her to some kind of normalcy. Not enough vampire movies use awkwardness and incompetence as character traits to define their bloodsuckers and that's too bad. George Romero had similar ideas for MARTIN (1976) a year later but portraying vampires as just folks is definitely the horror road not taken.