在听着不同版本的《兰花草》，漫不经心地翻寻着那些老电影。竟也找着了雷诺(Jean Reno)和纳塔丽·波特曼(Natalie ortman)的《Léon》，中文译名为：这个杀手不太冷，又名: 杀手莱昂、终极追杀令和杀手里昂等。



记得第一次看这部电影是在读大学时，一个老师在讲西方基督教精神时提到，课后上网下载一睹为快。当时的印象全在于“基督”，满脑子的“救赎”，实在也是“学术”了一把，至于更多也只剩下模糊的碎片了。

于是乎又静下心看了一遍，或许是记忆不再，或许是时过境迁，此刻的感受更多的时宿命的幽怨。

“在这儿我们安全了，里昂”， 当玛蒂达把兰花从盆中移入土地的时候，她轻轻地说。如此这般，镜头越过女孩的头顶渐高渐远，夏日的纽约阳光明媚，绿树葱茏，黑色的字幕，随着一个不知名的男人的歌声响起。



马上购买：这个杀手不太冷

这个柔弱、人性却有着冷漠的眼睛和超乎年龄的成熟的女孩，这个孤独、倔强却有着天使般的面孔的女孩，从平静的校园卷入了血腥的杀戮，当一切残酷丧失殆尽的时候，她又重归了校园这份平静。如同宿命的轮回，平静的总在驶向翻滚的浪涛，澎湃的热浪却嘎然而止重归平静。

这看似如此的悖谬，当却是如此的理所当然。如同杀人如麻的职业杀手在拯救着一个小女孩，一个炙手可热的杀手却是如此冷酷地溺爱着那盘兰花。



“
我从山中来带着兰花草
种在小园中希望花开早
一日看三回看得花时过
兰花却依然苞也无一个

转眼秋天到移兰入暖房
朝朝频顾惜夜夜不相忘
期待春花开能将宿愿偿
满庭花簇簇添得许多香
”

——胡适：《兰花草》

当里昂没有缠绕上玛蒂达时，在冷酷的杀戮后，他过着“兰花草”般的生活。

“
是谁推我敲开你的门
天使还是恶魔
”

当玛蒂达问里昂：“人生好辛苦，还是长大就好了？”
里昂简单地回答：“一直如此。”

“
谁从山中来带着兰花草
也曾勤灌溉长得一团好
虽然经过许多年
其人其事渐湮灭
我就是不能忘掉那盆兰花草
我往山中行寻找兰花草
梵音在弦外醉翁意韵妙
茶花樱花满山开
杜鹃木棉沿街栽
谁记得曾经有那一盆兰花草
给我一把吉他我来唱
给我一枝铅笔让我来画
给我一对翅膀我来飞
给我一个空间让我转圈
直到那一天我爱上他
直到那一天我眼泪滑下
你只要给我五分钟
我给你完全不同的感受
”
—— 张雨生：《再见兰花草》

里昂跟他的“兰花”再见了！

“
不能爱，就去死
在我死去之前
只留一句遗言
我爱你
”

英雄落幕，空留一片歌声凄美！

Shape of my heart

Sting

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape......the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape......the shape of my heart