Ratatouille《料理鼠王》精讲之一.doc

影片对白 Voiceover: Although each of the worlds countries would like to dispute this fact, we French know the truth: The best food in the world is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris. And the best food in Paris, some say, is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau. Gusteaus restaurant is the toast of Paris, booked five months in advance. And his dazzling ascent to the top of fine French cuisine has made his competitors envious. He is the youngest chef ever to achieve a five-star rating. Chef Gusteaus cookbook, Anyone Can Cook! Climbed to the top of the bestseller list. But not everyone celebrates its success. Anton Ego: Amusing title, Anyone Can Cook! Whats even more amusing is that Gusteau actually seems to believe it. I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously. And, no, I dont think anyone can do it. Remy: This is me. I think its apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit. Whats my problem? First of all, Im a rat. Which means life is hard. And second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell. Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean...Oh! Small twist of lemon. Emile: Whoa, you can smell all that? You have a gift. Remy: This is Emile, my brother. Hes easily impressed. Remys Dad: So you can smell ingredients? So what? Remy: This is my dad. Hes never impressed. He also happens to be the leader of our clan. So, whats wrong with having highly developed senses? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Dont eat that! - Whats going on here? Turns out that funny smell was rat poison. Suddenly, Dad didnt think my talent was useless. I was feeling pretty good about my gift, until Dad gave me a job. Clean. Clean. Thats right. Poison checker. Cleanerific. Cleanerino. Close to godliness. Which means clean. You know, cleanliness is close to... Never mind. Move on. Well, it made my dad proud. Remys dad: Now, dont you feel better, Remy? Youve helped a noble cause. Remy: Noble? Were thieves, Dad. And what were stealing is, lets face it, garbage. Remys dad: It isnt stealing if no one wants