The Magdalene Sisters
Margaret: Crispina, why did you want to kill yourself?
Bernadette: Jesus, that’s a stupid thing to ask in this place!
Margaret: I’m just trying to stop her from killing herself.
Bernadette: Why?
Let's run that by Father Fitzroy.
Crispina: My Saint Christopher, you found it, God bless ya.
Margaret [to Bernadette]: You dirty thieving bitch! You’re a wicked bitch, you know that? You’re a wicked thieving bitch! She had Crispina’s Saint Christopher under her bed! The only thing that girl owns in the whole world and you stole it!
Crispina: You found my Saint Christopher. Thank you, thank you!
Margaret: Don’t you understand? She stole it!
Crispina: Yeah, but you found it.
Margaret: Am I the only one who thinks that what she did was completely despicable?
[long silence]
Margaret: Oh, you can all just go to hell!
Forgetting of course that she was already in Hell.
Later...
Rose: Why? Why did you take it?
Bernadette: Because she did not suffer enough. We’re penitents, remember? We’re supposed to suffer. Now fuck off and let me sleep.
Needless to say, Bernadette is my favorite.
Crispina: You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God! You’re not a man of God!
Truly, one of the funniest scenes in all of cinema! Right up until the truth behind it is revealed. Fucking Catholic priests…
Katie [a stoolie for the Sisters]: The nuns don’t want you to leave me alone. I’ll tell the nuns if you leave me alone.
Bernadette: All the Sisters want is that the work be done. Don’t you realize that? The Sisters don’t give a shite about you, and neither do I. So do yourself and me a big favor. Hurry up and die.
A lackie? Or just another sucker?
Rose [after Sister Bridget has denied Rose’s request to send her son a birthday card]: But I’m his Mother, Sister.
Sister Bridget: You’re not his mother! A mother puts a child to bed at night, looks after him when hes sick. Feeds, clothes and educates him. You’ve done none of that. How can you take credit for something you haven’t done?
Logical?
Rose: What about you? You know she’ll have the police after you.
Bernadette: They can’t touch me. I’m an apprentice hairdresser. Therefore, respectable. They can’t touch you if you’re respectable.
Next up: respectable here.
Title card: It is estimated that as many as 30,000 women were detained at Magdalene Asyums throughout Ireland. The last laundry closed in 1996.
Or so you they tell us.
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Thugs, bullies, gangbangers. I can’t get enough – even if only vicariously – of those able to make them go away. By any means necessary. As long as they keep making films like this, I’ll watch them. Probably because they remind me of all the assholes I had stumbled into in my own life. And couldn’t do much about them.
On the other hand, there are films [like Boy A above] adept at pointing how how [why] they became assholes in the first place. And even though I can’t reconcile them [who can?] I do the best I can in intergrating them into my own rationalizations. All you can do in the end is react to each atrocity one at a time.
So much of this is rooted in the worst of poor and working class communities. Some are little more than human cesspools. They breed these monsters. I know this in part because I grew up around them myself.
I was warned when I was younger that, as you get older, you tend to get more and more conservative regarding these things. Well, I scoffed at that of course. I just don’t scoff nearly as much anymore.
The vigilante can be the cure that is worse than the disease. No doubt about it. But what other viable recourse is available at times. The ultimate solution is economic, political. But who is kidding whom that that is on the horizon?
Harry Brown
Radio newscaster: “Single mother Karen Dobbs was shot in front of her two year old son. A police spokesman says Dobbs was a victim of a random and senseless act of violence. The toddler will be placed in the care of the local authority.”
This basically starts the film. We see her senselessly murdered in broad daylight. Okay, Mr. Philosopher, let's explore this...logically? epistemologically?
Len: Did you ever kill anyone?
Harry: The marines were a lifetime ago. I was a different man then. When I met my Kath, I knew that all that stuff had to be locked away. I made the decision all those years ago. And I stuck to it.
Until now?
Len: Harry, I’m scared. I’m scared all the time. They push dogshit through my letter box. One of them spat in my face. They call me…you know the ones. I’m not gonna take it anymore.
Part one...
Inspector Frampton: Noel? You never ask us the most important question.
Noel: Oh, yeah? What’s that, then?
Inspector Frampton: You didn’t ask us who you were supposed to have killed.
Of course, for Neds of this sort, it could just as well have been anyone.
Noel: Think you got rid of my old man?
D.S. Hicock: Yeah.
Noel: Well you haven’t. He’s still out there now, doing what he’s always done. You know how? I am my old man.
With the next generation well on its way.
Harry: He showed it to me. The day he died! Now, before you say another word, he was using it for protection. I mean that man was frightened, terrified. These kids on the estate were harassing him. He came to me and asked me for help. I said, “Why don’t you go and talk to the police?”
Inspector Frampton: Well that was the right thing.
Harry: He told me he already talked to the police. And what did you lot do? Nothing.
Cops?!
On the other hand, there are films [like Boy A above] adept at pointing how how [why] they became assholes in the first place. And even though I can’t reconcile them [who can?] I do the best I can in intergrating them into my own rationalizations. All you can do in the end is react to each atrocity one at a time.
So much of this is rooted in the worst of poor and working class communities. Some are little more than human cesspools. They breed these monsters. I know this in part because I grew up around them myself.
I was warned when I was younger that, as you get older, you tend to get more and more conservative regarding these things. Well, I scoffed at that of course. I just don’t scoff nearly as much anymore.
The vigilante can be the cure that is worse than the disease. No doubt about it. But what other viable recourse is available at times. The ultimate solution is economic, political. But who is kidding whom that that is on the horizon?
Harry Brown
Radio newscaster: “Single mother Karen Dobbs was shot in front of her two year old son. A police spokesman says Dobbs was a victim of a random and senseless act of violence. The toddler will be placed in the care of the local authority.”
This basically starts the film. We see her senselessly murdered in broad daylight. Okay, Mr. Philosopher, let's explore this...logically? epistemologically?
Len: Did you ever kill anyone?
Harry: The marines were a lifetime ago. I was a different man then. When I met my Kath, I knew that all that stuff had to be locked away. I made the decision all those years ago. And I stuck to it.
Until now?
Len: Harry, I’m scared. I’m scared all the time. They push dogshit through my letter box. One of them spat in my face. They call me…you know the ones. I’m not gonna take it anymore.
Part one...
Inspector Frampton: Noel? You never ask us the most important question.
Noel: Oh, yeah? What’s that, then?
Inspector Frampton: You didn’t ask us who you were supposed to have killed.
Of course, for Neds of this sort, it could just as well have been anyone.
Noel: Think you got rid of my old man?
D.S. Hicock: Yeah.
Noel: Well you haven’t. He’s still out there now, doing what he’s always done. You know how? I am my old man.
With the next generation well on its way.
Harry: He showed it to me. The day he died! Now, before you say another word, he was using it for protection. I mean that man was frightened, terrified. These kids on the estate were harassing him. He came to me and asked me for help. I said, “Why don’t you go and talk to the police?”
Inspector Frampton: Well that was the right thing.
Harry: He told me he already talked to the police. And what did you lot do? Nothing.
Cops?!
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Harry Brown
Harry [after shooting a drug dealer whose gun jammed when he tried to kill him]: You failed to maintain your weapon, Son.
Lucky for him.
Harry: I don’t reckon you’ve got long. Seen that before. Gut wound. The slug’s probably torn right through your liver. Mate of mine in Ulster got caught in sniper fire. Bullet blew his inside out. He screamed for a good 10 minutes. We couldn’t send a medic in, the section was too hot. So we all took cover…and watched him die. I’ve never told that…to anyone…you should’ve called an ambulance…for the girl.
Talk about scumbags.
Inspector Frampton: I think he’s going to the estate. I think he’s going to kill Noel Winters.
D.S. Hicock: Who gives a fuck? Noel Winters is a ****. His dad was a ****. One day he’s going to have loads of cunty kids. As far as I’m concerned, Harry Brown is doing us a favor.
A show of hands here for all who agree.
Inspector Frampton: It’s not Northern Ireland Harry.
Harry: No it’s not. Those people were fighting for something; for a cause. To them out there, this is just entertainment.
The sociopaths, I'm guessing.
Sid: He’s my sister’s boy. He’s blood.
Harry: Blood? Do you want to see Leonard’s blood? These fucking animals filmed the whole thing on their fucking phones.
Now that's entertainment.
S.I. Childs: Crime in the Estate has declined by almost 30 percent. With continued help from the members of the community, we hope to eradicate the criminal element who have long since blighted the lives of the silent majority.
What a crock of bullshit. But what can the police really do when the socio-economic conditions stay the same? Or get worse.
Harry [after shooting a drug dealer whose gun jammed when he tried to kill him]: You failed to maintain your weapon, Son.
Lucky for him.
Harry: I don’t reckon you’ve got long. Seen that before. Gut wound. The slug’s probably torn right through your liver. Mate of mine in Ulster got caught in sniper fire. Bullet blew his inside out. He screamed for a good 10 minutes. We couldn’t send a medic in, the section was too hot. So we all took cover…and watched him die. I’ve never told that…to anyone…you should’ve called an ambulance…for the girl.
Talk about scumbags.
Inspector Frampton: I think he’s going to the estate. I think he’s going to kill Noel Winters.
D.S. Hicock: Who gives a fuck? Noel Winters is a ****. His dad was a ****. One day he’s going to have loads of cunty kids. As far as I’m concerned, Harry Brown is doing us a favor.
A show of hands here for all who agree.
Inspector Frampton: It’s not Northern Ireland Harry.
Harry: No it’s not. Those people were fighting for something; for a cause. To them out there, this is just entertainment.
The sociopaths, I'm guessing.
Sid: He’s my sister’s boy. He’s blood.
Harry: Blood? Do you want to see Leonard’s blood? These fucking animals filmed the whole thing on their fucking phones.
Now that's entertainment.
S.I. Childs: Crime in the Estate has declined by almost 30 percent. With continued help from the members of the community, we hope to eradicate the criminal element who have long since blighted the lives of the silent majority.
What a crock of bullshit. But what can the police really do when the socio-economic conditions stay the same? Or get worse.
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Stanisław Lem from Solaris
I shall immerse myself among men. I shall be silent and attentive, an appreciative companion. There will be many acquaintances, friends, women—and perhaps even a wife. For a while, I shall have to make a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand and perform the thousands of little gestures which constitute life on Earth, and then those gestures will become reflexes again. I shall find new interests and occupations; and I shall not give myself completely to them, as I shall never again give myself completely to anything or anybody.
Ask me to explain this to you.
We don’t need other worlds. We need mirrors. We don’t know what to do with other worlds. One world is enough, even there we feel stifled. We desire to find our own idealized image; they’re supposed to be globes, civilizations more perfect than ours; in other worlds we expect to find the image of our own primitive past.
Ask me to explain this to you.
We came here as we truly are, and when the other side shows us that truth—the part of it we pass over in silence—we’re unable to come to terms with it!
Let's start here: dasein. Or, sure, with one of your own...truths.
And perhaps Solaris is the cradle of your divine child, Snow went on, with a widening grin that increased the number of lines round his eyes. Solaris could be the first phase of the despairing God. Perhaps its intelligence will grow enormously. All the contents of our Solarist libraries could be just a record of His teething troubles…
Or Him going through puberty?
It was to be in essence crueler than revenge: it would have meant the destruction of that which we cannot comprehend.
Of course, on Earth, that happens all the time. And not just here.
Apathy robbed me of the strength even to despise myself.
On the other hand, as long as we still have the strength to despise others...?
I shall immerse myself among men. I shall be silent and attentive, an appreciative companion. There will be many acquaintances, friends, women—and perhaps even a wife. For a while, I shall have to make a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand and perform the thousands of little gestures which constitute life on Earth, and then those gestures will become reflexes again. I shall find new interests and occupations; and I shall not give myself completely to them, as I shall never again give myself completely to anything or anybody.
Ask me to explain this to you.
We don’t need other worlds. We need mirrors. We don’t know what to do with other worlds. One world is enough, even there we feel stifled. We desire to find our own idealized image; they’re supposed to be globes, civilizations more perfect than ours; in other worlds we expect to find the image of our own primitive past.
Ask me to explain this to you.
We came here as we truly are, and when the other side shows us that truth—the part of it we pass over in silence—we’re unable to come to terms with it!
Let's start here: dasein. Or, sure, with one of your own...truths.
And perhaps Solaris is the cradle of your divine child, Snow went on, with a widening grin that increased the number of lines round his eyes. Solaris could be the first phase of the despairing God. Perhaps its intelligence will grow enormously. All the contents of our Solarist libraries could be just a record of His teething troubles…
Or Him going through puberty?
It was to be in essence crueler than revenge: it would have meant the destruction of that which we cannot comprehend.
Of course, on Earth, that happens all the time. And not just here.
Apathy robbed me of the strength even to despise myself.
On the other hand, as long as we still have the strength to despise others...?
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This is what can happen to the “suits” when capitalism implodes. Some will argue their plight is even worse than the guys with the blue collars because they tumble so much farther down. My own reaction though is more in line with this:
Critic Michael Phillips:
Wells is no crushing realist: He wants to offer a full dose of hope and comfort to America’s afflicted classes (middle and upper-middle especially) with his story. “They were good people, Jim,” bemoans Jones’ conscience-stricken executive, regarding the recently canned. “Not our responsibility,” replies the honcho played with as much humanity as the writing allows, by Craig T. Nelson. “We work for the stockholders now.” I’d like to think the earnest sentiments and machine-tooled dramatic complications of Wells’ script could find a receptive audience in late 2010. I’d like to think, too, that the mess we’re in demands a tougher, gutsier script.
But it will always be a complex admixture of the capitalist political economy and the actual flesh and blood men and women struggling to survive from day to day entwined in it.
Businesspeak is everywhere here. But corporations are run this way because [in competitive fields] that’s how they must be run. And the boom and bust cycles are [historically] built right into capitalism organically. It’s the nature of the beast. And every once in a while calamities on a global scale can be sparked by speculation run wild. Or corruption. Or cronyism.
Hey, it’s nothing personal. Most of the time.
The Company Men
Phil [to Bobby]: Ah, shit. Did they say who else is on the block?
Give them time.
Secretary: Did they say anything about me? About me still having a job?
Bobby: You know, I didn’t ask.
She is after all haplessly enscounced in the working class.
Phil: I won’t let the bastards kick me out after 30 years. I’ll take an AK-47 to this fucking place first.
Just huffing and puffing of course.
Gene: It’s my goddamn division!
James: It’s my goddamn company!!
That settles that.
Gene: We innovate, we retool…
James: American heavy manufacturing is dead. Steel, autos, your precious shipbuilding. The future’s in healthcare, and power generation.
Trump will bring it all back!!!
James: We work for the stockholders now!
Ah, the "greed is good" crowd.
Critic Michael Phillips:
Wells is no crushing realist: He wants to offer a full dose of hope and comfort to America’s afflicted classes (middle and upper-middle especially) with his story. “They were good people, Jim,” bemoans Jones’ conscience-stricken executive, regarding the recently canned. “Not our responsibility,” replies the honcho played with as much humanity as the writing allows, by Craig T. Nelson. “We work for the stockholders now.” I’d like to think the earnest sentiments and machine-tooled dramatic complications of Wells’ script could find a receptive audience in late 2010. I’d like to think, too, that the mess we’re in demands a tougher, gutsier script.
But it will always be a complex admixture of the capitalist political economy and the actual flesh and blood men and women struggling to survive from day to day entwined in it.
Businesspeak is everywhere here. But corporations are run this way because [in competitive fields] that’s how they must be run. And the boom and bust cycles are [historically] built right into capitalism organically. It’s the nature of the beast. And every once in a while calamities on a global scale can be sparked by speculation run wild. Or corruption. Or cronyism.
Hey, it’s nothing personal. Most of the time.
The Company Men
Phil [to Bobby]: Ah, shit. Did they say who else is on the block?
Give them time.
Secretary: Did they say anything about me? About me still having a job?
Bobby: You know, I didn’t ask.
She is after all haplessly enscounced in the working class.
Phil: I won’t let the bastards kick me out after 30 years. I’ll take an AK-47 to this fucking place first.
Just huffing and puffing of course.
Gene: It’s my goddamn division!
James: It’s my goddamn company!!
That settles that.
Gene: We innovate, we retool…
James: American heavy manufacturing is dead. Steel, autos, your precious shipbuilding. The future’s in healthcare, and power generation.
Trump will bring it all back!!!
James: We work for the stockholders now!
Ah, the "greed is good" crowd.
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Logic
“What a paradox it is, the sane cause more problems than the insane! It is! The real problems of the world do not come from the insane but, the sane!” Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Let's name names. Here, I mean.
“Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre.” Chris Galford
Go ahead, fit yourself in there somewhere and get back to us. On a new thread, I mean.
“Life always involves some logic in its manifestations, and logic, as a rule, excludes the versatility of life from its considerations.” Raheel Farooq
You become [illogically] an objectivist.
“Repetition of an argument proves your determination, not truth.”Raheel Farooq
He's got me!
Right?
“At times, one can win clever people over to a principle merely by presenting it in the form of an outrageous paradox.” Friedrich Nietzsche
You first.
“He likes things that make sense, and this word explains everything he knows about me. It makes perfect sense. Unless you don't know me, in which case it's delusional, irrational, and absurd.” Augusten Burroughs
Cue the Stooges?
“What a paradox it is, the sane cause more problems than the insane! It is! The real problems of the world do not come from the insane but, the sane!” Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Let's name names. Here, I mean.
“Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre.” Chris Galford
Go ahead, fit yourself in there somewhere and get back to us. On a new thread, I mean.
“Life always involves some logic in its manifestations, and logic, as a rule, excludes the versatility of life from its considerations.” Raheel Farooq
You become [illogically] an objectivist.
“Repetition of an argument proves your determination, not truth.”Raheel Farooq
He's got me!
Right?
“At times, one can win clever people over to a principle merely by presenting it in the form of an outrageous paradox.” Friedrich Nietzsche
You first.
“He likes things that make sense, and this word explains everything he knows about me. It makes perfect sense. Unless you don't know me, in which case it's delusional, irrational, and absurd.” Augusten Burroughs
Cue the Stooges?
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Company Men
Employment workshop counselor: Fear, anxiety, loss. How many of you are feeling these things?
Straight out of Up In the Air?
Employment workshop counselor: Everyone say it: “I will win! Why? Because I have faith, courage, enthusiasm!”
I'd have punched her out myself. You know, hypothetically.
Jack: You know, if things get tough, I could, uh, always use some extra help this winter.
Bobby: Hanging drywall?
Jack: Yeah, there’d be lots of work.
Bobby: Thanks, Jack. I don’t exactly see myself pounding nails though. You know? Appreciate it.
[He walks away]
Jack [to Maggie]: Your husband is such a dick.
Fuck that blue collar crap.
Gene: How about selling the new headquarters building?
Noah: We’re going to need that space.
Gene: Not if we keep firing people we’re not.
James [loudly]: I’m not selling the new building!
[awkward pause]
James: Get a hold of human resources, have them start making up a list for another round of downsizing.
Yo, Gene! You're next!!
Bobby: I looked like a fucking deadbeat!!
Maggie: This is real Bobby, okay? This is happening to us. You are walking around like you are in some kind of daze? Playing golf? Getting your Porsche detailed?
Bobby: I need to look successful, okay? I can’t just look like another asshole with a resume.
Maggie: But you are just another asshole with a resume!
She said, affectionately.
Bobby: I’ve been out there now for three months trying to get a job. I haven’t had one offer. I’ve been to everybody we know. And a lot of people we don’t. And I have begged. I’ve fucking begged! For a lead, anything. There’s thousands of MBAs out there. No mortgage, no kids. Work 90 hour work weeks, for nothing. You want honesty Maggie? I’m a 37 year old loser who can’t support his family.
Hey, supply and demand, remember?
Employment workshop counselor: Fear, anxiety, loss. How many of you are feeling these things?
Straight out of Up In the Air?
Employment workshop counselor: Everyone say it: “I will win! Why? Because I have faith, courage, enthusiasm!”
I'd have punched her out myself. You know, hypothetically.
Jack: You know, if things get tough, I could, uh, always use some extra help this winter.
Bobby: Hanging drywall?
Jack: Yeah, there’d be lots of work.
Bobby: Thanks, Jack. I don’t exactly see myself pounding nails though. You know? Appreciate it.
[He walks away]
Jack [to Maggie]: Your husband is such a dick.
Fuck that blue collar crap.
Gene: How about selling the new headquarters building?
Noah: We’re going to need that space.
Gene: Not if we keep firing people we’re not.
James [loudly]: I’m not selling the new building!
[awkward pause]
James: Get a hold of human resources, have them start making up a list for another round of downsizing.
Yo, Gene! You're next!!
Bobby: I looked like a fucking deadbeat!!
Maggie: This is real Bobby, okay? This is happening to us. You are walking around like you are in some kind of daze? Playing golf? Getting your Porsche detailed?
Bobby: I need to look successful, okay? I can’t just look like another asshole with a resume.
Maggie: But you are just another asshole with a resume!
She said, affectionately.
Bobby: I’ve been out there now for three months trying to get a job. I haven’t had one offer. I’ve been to everybody we know. And a lot of people we don’t. And I have begged. I’ve fucking begged! For a lead, anything. There’s thousands of MBAs out there. No mortgage, no kids. Work 90 hour work weeks, for nothing. You want honesty Maggie? I’m a 37 year old loser who can’t support his family.
Hey, supply and demand, remember?
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Company Men
Paul [HR Director]: I’m confident all these dismissals will stand up under legal scrutiny.
Gene: What about ethical scrutiny.
Paul: We’re not breaking any laws, Gene.
Gene: I guess I always assumed were trying for a higher standard than that, Paul.
This is what still shocks lots of folks about capitalism as it’s played today. That it might actually be about something other than the bottom line! Except for a tiny percentage, everyone is expendable.
Gene: You fired Phil Woodward. Hire him back.
Sally: Gene…
Gene: Goddamn it, Sally, we talked about this.
Sally [sending him his own pink slip]: Gene…
Next!
Employment counselor: …and here where you’ve noted your military service, don’t say Vietnam. Combat infantryman is impressive enough. Do you smoke, Phil?
Phil: Occasionally.
Employment counselor: Quit. Employers don’t want employee health problems. You may want to think about dying your hair, get rid of some of that grey.
Considerate it done.
Phil: You know the worst part?
[pause]
Phil: The world didn’t stop. The newspaper still came every morning, the automatic sprinklers went off at six. Jeff next door still washed his car every Sunday.
[then]
Phil: My life ended and nobody noticed.
Who was supposed to?
Gene [to Bobby]: Two thousand men a shift, three shifts a day.
[pointing to a long abandoned shipyard building]
Gene: Six thousand men earned an honest wage in that room. Fed their kids, bought homes. Made enough to send their kids to college. Buy a second car. Building something they could see, touch, feel…a ship; now everything I was trying to build for myself and everybody else is…gone.
I know. I was once employed as an electrician at the long defunct Maryland Shipbuilding and Drydock Company. I also worked in the tin mill and the pipe mill at long gone Bethlehem Steel plant. Part of the “old economy”.
James: Hell, it’s a business not a charity.
Gene: You took home 22 million dollar last year and these people have lost their homes, their marriages, the respect of their children.
James: We did what the market required of us to survive!
Capitalism, let's call it.
Paul [HR Director]: I’m confident all these dismissals will stand up under legal scrutiny.
Gene: What about ethical scrutiny.
Paul: We’re not breaking any laws, Gene.
Gene: I guess I always assumed were trying for a higher standard than that, Paul.
This is what still shocks lots of folks about capitalism as it’s played today. That it might actually be about something other than the bottom line! Except for a tiny percentage, everyone is expendable.
Gene: You fired Phil Woodward. Hire him back.
Sally: Gene…
Gene: Goddamn it, Sally, we talked about this.
Sally [sending him his own pink slip]: Gene…
Next!
Employment counselor: …and here where you’ve noted your military service, don’t say Vietnam. Combat infantryman is impressive enough. Do you smoke, Phil?
Phil: Occasionally.
Employment counselor: Quit. Employers don’t want employee health problems. You may want to think about dying your hair, get rid of some of that grey.
Considerate it done.
Phil: You know the worst part?
[pause]
Phil: The world didn’t stop. The newspaper still came every morning, the automatic sprinklers went off at six. Jeff next door still washed his car every Sunday.
[then]
Phil: My life ended and nobody noticed.
Who was supposed to?
Gene [to Bobby]: Two thousand men a shift, three shifts a day.
[pointing to a long abandoned shipyard building]
Gene: Six thousand men earned an honest wage in that room. Fed their kids, bought homes. Made enough to send their kids to college. Buy a second car. Building something they could see, touch, feel…a ship; now everything I was trying to build for myself and everybody else is…gone.
I know. I was once employed as an electrician at the long defunct Maryland Shipbuilding and Drydock Company. I also worked in the tin mill and the pipe mill at long gone Bethlehem Steel plant. Part of the “old economy”.
James: Hell, it’s a business not a charity.
Gene: You took home 22 million dollar last year and these people have lost their homes, their marriages, the respect of their children.
James: We did what the market required of us to survive!
Capitalism, let's call it.
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What would you be willing to do to resist the Nazis? What more would you be willing to do if they slaughtered your entire family?
But even here there are capitalist “entrepreneurs” ready to scam you. And “compatriots” willing to betray you. Life or death is an ever recurring [and grueling] propsect here.
And always trade-offs to be made. You save these folks here but it means those other folks there are doomed. So which folks mean the most to you? The “Jews”…or the “good Dutchmen”?
There are three kinds of people depicted in the film. Those who are in it for [one or another] “cause”. Those who are in it only for themselves. And those who shuttle back and forth between them.
And what adds to the tension is that the Russians are already in Berlin. The war is nearly over. So the last thing you want to do is fuck up now.
I suspect perhaps the plot here comes closer to fantasy than reality. It goes a bit over the top at times. But maybe not. What do I know about the Dutch Resistance?
Yet it is after the war is over that things get really surrealistic. Those stabbing some in the back are being stabbed in the back in turn by others.
Black Book
Farmer [hiding Rachel – now Ellis – from the Germans]: If the Jews had listened to Jesus, they wouldn’t be in such a mess now.
New thread?
Smaal: Don’t you want to count it first?
Rachel: No, I trust you.
Smaal: Rachel…you shouldn’t be so trusting. Not in times like these.
She’ll find that out soon enough.
Rachel: Mr. Smaal knew where you were?
Father: Of course. He helped us find our hiding place.
Rachel: He swore up and down he didn’t know. That’s odd.
Either that or "human all too human".
Gerben: You met that Muntze on the train, right? And he liked you?
Hans: Liked her…? He fell for her!
Ellis [Rachel’s new name in the resistance]: He just showed me his stamp collection.
Gerben: How far would you go with him? For Tim and the others…?
Ellis: How far…? You mean would I screw him…?
Gerben: That’s rather crude.
Ellis: I want things to be clear, is that what you mean?
Gerben: How far would you go to save Tim and the others?
Ellis: As far as that Muntze wants to go. Okay?
All the way to the altar?
Hans [watching Ellis dye her hair pubic hair blonde]: You think of everything.
She more or less has to, right?
Ellis: It is their intention that, for the queen and my fatherland, I hook up with a powerful Gestapo chief. Sleep with him…
Smaal: Well you’re on your own then. I can’t help you with that.
As it turned out, however, that's not what she needed help regarding.
But even here there are capitalist “entrepreneurs” ready to scam you. And “compatriots” willing to betray you. Life or death is an ever recurring [and grueling] propsect here.
And always trade-offs to be made. You save these folks here but it means those other folks there are doomed. So which folks mean the most to you? The “Jews”…or the “good Dutchmen”?
There are three kinds of people depicted in the film. Those who are in it for [one or another] “cause”. Those who are in it only for themselves. And those who shuttle back and forth between them.
And what adds to the tension is that the Russians are already in Berlin. The war is nearly over. So the last thing you want to do is fuck up now.
I suspect perhaps the plot here comes closer to fantasy than reality. It goes a bit over the top at times. But maybe not. What do I know about the Dutch Resistance?
Yet it is after the war is over that things get really surrealistic. Those stabbing some in the back are being stabbed in the back in turn by others.
Black Book
Farmer [hiding Rachel – now Ellis – from the Germans]: If the Jews had listened to Jesus, they wouldn’t be in such a mess now.
New thread?
Smaal: Don’t you want to count it first?
Rachel: No, I trust you.
Smaal: Rachel…you shouldn’t be so trusting. Not in times like these.
She’ll find that out soon enough.
Rachel: Mr. Smaal knew where you were?
Father: Of course. He helped us find our hiding place.
Rachel: He swore up and down he didn’t know. That’s odd.
Either that or "human all too human".
Gerben: You met that Muntze on the train, right? And he liked you?
Hans: Liked her…? He fell for her!
Ellis [Rachel’s new name in the resistance]: He just showed me his stamp collection.
Gerben: How far would you go with him? For Tim and the others…?
Ellis: How far…? You mean would I screw him…?
Gerben: That’s rather crude.
Ellis: I want things to be clear, is that what you mean?
Gerben: How far would you go to save Tim and the others?
Ellis: As far as that Muntze wants to go. Okay?
All the way to the altar?
Hans [watching Ellis dye her hair pubic hair blonde]: You think of everything.
She more or less has to, right?
Ellis: It is their intention that, for the queen and my fatherland, I hook up with a powerful Gestapo chief. Sleep with him…
Smaal: Well you’re on your own then. I can’t help you with that.
As it turned out, however, that's not what she needed help regarding.
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Re: Quote of the day
Milan Kundera from Immortality
I think, therefore I am is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches. I feel, therefore I am is a truth much more universally valid, and it applies to everything that's alive. My self does not differ substantially from yours in terms of its thought. Many people, few ideas: we all think more or less the same, and we exchange, borrow, steal thoughts from one another. However, when someone steps on my foot, only I feel the pain. The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most fundamental of all feelings. While it suffers, not even a cat can doubt its unique and uninterchangeable self. In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self.
At least we can all agree with that, right?
Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You'd dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You'd see the face of a stranger. And you'd know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.
But the eyes still come closest, don't they?
Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.
That sounds like oblivion to me.
The basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours, but the ignominy, the humiliation we feel that we must be what we are without any choice in the matter, and that this humiliation is seen by everyone.
Alas, even virtually.
The purpose of the poetry is not to dazzle us with an astonishing thought, but to make one moment of existence unforgettable and worthy of unbearable nostalgia.
Sure, why not.
A person is nothing but his image. Philosophers can tell us that it doesn't matter what the world thinks of us, that nothing matters but what we really are. But philosophers don't understand anything. As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating.
Unless, perhaps, you are fractured and fragmented?
I think, therefore I am is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches. I feel, therefore I am is a truth much more universally valid, and it applies to everything that's alive. My self does not differ substantially from yours in terms of its thought. Many people, few ideas: we all think more or less the same, and we exchange, borrow, steal thoughts from one another. However, when someone steps on my foot, only I feel the pain. The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most fundamental of all feelings. While it suffers, not even a cat can doubt its unique and uninterchangeable self. In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self.
At least we can all agree with that, right?
Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You'd dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You'd see the face of a stranger. And you'd know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.
But the eyes still come closest, don't they?
Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.
That sounds like oblivion to me.
The basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours, but the ignominy, the humiliation we feel that we must be what we are without any choice in the matter, and that this humiliation is seen by everyone.
Alas, even virtually.
The purpose of the poetry is not to dazzle us with an astonishing thought, but to make one moment of existence unforgettable and worthy of unbearable nostalgia.
Sure, why not.
A person is nothing but his image. Philosophers can tell us that it doesn't matter what the world thinks of us, that nothing matters but what we really are. But philosophers don't understand anything. As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating.
Unless, perhaps, you are fractured and fragmented?
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Black Book
Ellis [putting Muntze’s hands on her breasts]: Are these Jewish?
Let alone blonde pubic hair.
Ellis: I know that voice.
Hans: What?
Ellis: The man who arranged the crossing.
Trust no one.
Ellis: They’re working off a list. Of Jews with money. They promise to take them to Belgium. Then they murder them.
Gerben: How do you know all this?
Ellis: Because I was set up myself! Because I’ve seen my entire family slaughtered!
Later…
Hans: Ellis, I agree. We can’t let those Jews be slaughtered.
Ellis: But Gerben is right. Killing van Gein is not the answer.
Hans: What if we kidnap him?
Ellis: Franken would still shoot the hostages.
Hans: No, he’d think van Gein had bolted.
Ellis: Just after he promised him a new list?
Hans: Van Gein is just trying to hedge his bets for after the war. If he disappears, Franken will think he’s skipped. Kuipers and Smaal forget one thing. Someone is fingering rich Jews. Van Gein thinks he knows who. I’ll beat it out of him if I have to.
But very little is as it seems here.
General Käutner: Obersturmführer, open your safe.
Franken: Of course. Which files would you like to see?
General Käutner: None. You’re suspected of killing rich Jews. There’s nothing wrong with that. But you’ve been looting the bodies and keeping the valuables for yourself. Failure to turn Jewish property over to the Reich is punishable by death. Open the safe.
Franken: As you wish, Obergruppenführer.
And....?
Franken [setting Ellis up as the rat]: You sure earned your money.
Resistance member: That bitch betrayed us. And for money too. What a sneaky Jewish trick.
Resistance member: You can never trust them.
That again?
Ellis [to Muntze]: I never knew this could happen. To fear the liberation…
On the other hand, given the human condition, it's always never nothing.
Ellis: There’s one more thing. Muntze has been arrested and I want to see him.
Hans: Haven’t you heard?
Ellis: What?
Hans: It’s crazy, really. Some Canadian asshole…allowed the Krauts to carry out the death sentence on Muntze.
Ellis [Shaking, wailing in despair]: Does it never end?!!
Nope:
Hans: Yes, Ellis, insulin. Lots of insulin. It’ll make you sleep. Forever.
[he hears the crowd shouting for him in the streets]
Hans: The “hero” must take his bow. Lie there quietly. In a few minutes, you’ll be reunited with your family. And maybe even Muntze.
Any "heroes" here?
Gerben [pointing to Tim’s dead body]: Do you know who this is?
Ellis: [nods]
Gerben: What do you have to say for yourself?
Ellis: This.
[holds up the black book - which has the list of victims and offenders during the war]
Ellis: This says everything.
Let's run that by the Nazis here.
Ellis: We should actually get up and open the coffin.
Gerben: Yeah. We should…
[both Rachel and Gerben remain seated, gazing at the river]
Gerben: What should we do with all the money?
Ellis: It doesn’t belong to us.
Gerben: It doesn’t belong to anybody.
Ellis: To the dead…
[the sound of Hans’s screams stop…he is now dead. Gerben raises his finger]
Gerben: He’s quiet. Finally.
Ellis: It seemed forever.
Time has always been tricky that way.
Ellis [putting Muntze’s hands on her breasts]: Are these Jewish?
Let alone blonde pubic hair.
Ellis: I know that voice.
Hans: What?
Ellis: The man who arranged the crossing.
Trust no one.
Ellis: They’re working off a list. Of Jews with money. They promise to take them to Belgium. Then they murder them.
Gerben: How do you know all this?
Ellis: Because I was set up myself! Because I’ve seen my entire family slaughtered!
Later…
Hans: Ellis, I agree. We can’t let those Jews be slaughtered.
Ellis: But Gerben is right. Killing van Gein is not the answer.
Hans: What if we kidnap him?
Ellis: Franken would still shoot the hostages.
Hans: No, he’d think van Gein had bolted.
Ellis: Just after he promised him a new list?
Hans: Van Gein is just trying to hedge his bets for after the war. If he disappears, Franken will think he’s skipped. Kuipers and Smaal forget one thing. Someone is fingering rich Jews. Van Gein thinks he knows who. I’ll beat it out of him if I have to.
But very little is as it seems here.
General Käutner: Obersturmführer, open your safe.
Franken: Of course. Which files would you like to see?
General Käutner: None. You’re suspected of killing rich Jews. There’s nothing wrong with that. But you’ve been looting the bodies and keeping the valuables for yourself. Failure to turn Jewish property over to the Reich is punishable by death. Open the safe.
Franken: As you wish, Obergruppenführer.
And....?
Franken [setting Ellis up as the rat]: You sure earned your money.
Resistance member: That bitch betrayed us. And for money too. What a sneaky Jewish trick.
Resistance member: You can never trust them.
That again?
Ellis [to Muntze]: I never knew this could happen. To fear the liberation…
On the other hand, given the human condition, it's always never nothing.
Ellis: There’s one more thing. Muntze has been arrested and I want to see him.
Hans: Haven’t you heard?
Ellis: What?
Hans: It’s crazy, really. Some Canadian asshole…allowed the Krauts to carry out the death sentence on Muntze.
Ellis [Shaking, wailing in despair]: Does it never end?!!
Nope:
Hans: Yes, Ellis, insulin. Lots of insulin. It’ll make you sleep. Forever.
[he hears the crowd shouting for him in the streets]
Hans: The “hero” must take his bow. Lie there quietly. In a few minutes, you’ll be reunited with your family. And maybe even Muntze.
Any "heroes" here?
Gerben [pointing to Tim’s dead body]: Do you know who this is?
Ellis: [nods]
Gerben: What do you have to say for yourself?
Ellis: This.
[holds up the black book - which has the list of victims and offenders during the war]
Ellis: This says everything.
Let's run that by the Nazis here.
Ellis: We should actually get up and open the coffin.
Gerben: Yeah. We should…
[both Rachel and Gerben remain seated, gazing at the river]
Gerben: What should we do with all the money?
Ellis: It doesn’t belong to us.
Gerben: It doesn’t belong to anybody.
Ellis: To the dead…
[the sound of Hans’s screams stop…he is now dead. Gerben raises his finger]
Gerben: He’s quiet. Finally.
Ellis: It seemed forever.
Time has always been tricky that way.
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Re: Quote of the day
William Golding from Lord of the Flies
If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued.
If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.
Actually, we've always been animals. We just don't really know what to make of that.
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you?' said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. 'You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
On the other hand, somebody has to be.
This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
Define fun?
We're not savages. We're English.
On the other hand...
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.
All too human unfortunately.
Or is it all just testosterone? Imagine their plight if there were any girls among them.
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
No, in fact, as often as not [here for example] you only had to believe that you were.
If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued.
If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.
Actually, we've always been animals. We just don't really know what to make of that.
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you?' said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. 'You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
On the other hand, somebody has to be.
This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
Define fun?
We're not savages. We're English.
On the other hand...
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.
All too human unfortunately.
Or is it all just testosterone? Imagine their plight if there were any girls among them.
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
No, in fact, as often as not [here for example] you only had to believe that you were.
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Another horror film in which man himself is the monster. By far the scariest. But what would you do to the monster you thought brutally raped and murdered your beloved 8 year old daughter?
What this guy does? Probably not. But maybe. I become particularly enraged at those who do harm to children. Raping and murdering one? No mercy. But I also believe that anyone who chooses this path should be punished for it. We can’t live in a world [with at least a modicum of civilization] where everyone gets to decide for themselves what the fate of those who do them harm shall be. Without the law here we’re back in the jungle.
But when revenge becomes an all-consuming passion there is practically no limit to what you might do in pursuit of it. Or maybe it only makes sense to talk about this with someone who has, in fact, actually felt compelled to seek out revenge against another who has committed a particularly heinous act against someone they dearly loved.
What makes me most uncomfortable though is the tug of war that goes on inside my head. If this man really did brutally rape and murder an 8 year old girl, he deserves to suffer in turn. But this much? And how do we know with absolute certainty that he is the guilty man? He was never tried. Instead, the father makes the assumption that he is based on the information he got from the police: the sperm in the little girl matches the DNA profile of the man he is torturing. And, as it turns out, he is guilty. But that’s in the script.
Unfortunately, it jumps the shark when Bruno kidnaps Mrs. Masson. Then he becomes too much the monster even for me. Nothing excuses it. To impose his narrative on her…another victim of the monster that started it all? I have to draw the line here myself.
Click, of course.
7 Days [Les 7 Jours du Talion]
Det. Mercure: Sorry to bother you at this difficult time but we think we’ve found your little girl’s murderer. We have solid physical evidence. Plus we analyzed the DNA of the sperm we found. It matches the suspect’s DNA. In my opinion, the trial will be a formality.
What trial?
Lemaire [chained to the floor in agony]: You are commiting a major injustice, man. It’s you who will go to jail, you asshole!
Tough guy?
Dectective: If I were Hamel, I would cut off his balls. And make sure he was conscious when I did it.
Trust me: Lemaire should be so lucky.
Bruno [on phone]: Yesterday I wrecked his knee. That’s just the beginning. It’s your turn. Tell me what to do next.
Sylvie: I want you to stop and come home.
Bruno: I was hoping you would understand.
Sylvie: No one approves of what you are doing. Your family. Your friends.
Bruno: I don’t care. Fuck 'em. It’s for Jasmine. I owe it to her.
Actually, they both do.
Det. Mercure [on phone]: This is detective Mercure. If you turn yourself in now, the mitigating circumstances…
Bruno: I’ll turn myself in. Next Friday, my daughter’s birthday. I’m going to kill him. I’ll turn myself in after.
Is that mitigating enough though?
Bruno: What else do you know.
Det. Mercure: What you are feeling.
Bruno: I’d be surprised.
Det. Mercure: My wife was shot six months ago in a grocery by a young thief for 58 bucks.
Bruno: Didn’t you want to kill him?
Det. Mercure: Yes. But I knew it was pointless.
Bruno: Where is he?
Det. Mercure: In prison where he belongs.
Bruno: And that satisfies you? At night lying in your empty bed, does it console you to know your wife’s killer is in jail? Does it make your life more bearable?
My guess: yes and no.
What this guy does? Probably not. But maybe. I become particularly enraged at those who do harm to children. Raping and murdering one? No mercy. But I also believe that anyone who chooses this path should be punished for it. We can’t live in a world [with at least a modicum of civilization] where everyone gets to decide for themselves what the fate of those who do them harm shall be. Without the law here we’re back in the jungle.
But when revenge becomes an all-consuming passion there is practically no limit to what you might do in pursuit of it. Or maybe it only makes sense to talk about this with someone who has, in fact, actually felt compelled to seek out revenge against another who has committed a particularly heinous act against someone they dearly loved.
What makes me most uncomfortable though is the tug of war that goes on inside my head. If this man really did brutally rape and murder an 8 year old girl, he deserves to suffer in turn. But this much? And how do we know with absolute certainty that he is the guilty man? He was never tried. Instead, the father makes the assumption that he is based on the information he got from the police: the sperm in the little girl matches the DNA profile of the man he is torturing. And, as it turns out, he is guilty. But that’s in the script.
Unfortunately, it jumps the shark when Bruno kidnaps Mrs. Masson. Then he becomes too much the monster even for me. Nothing excuses it. To impose his narrative on her…another victim of the monster that started it all? I have to draw the line here myself.
Click, of course.
7 Days [Les 7 Jours du Talion]
Det. Mercure: Sorry to bother you at this difficult time but we think we’ve found your little girl’s murderer. We have solid physical evidence. Plus we analyzed the DNA of the sperm we found. It matches the suspect’s DNA. In my opinion, the trial will be a formality.
What trial?
Lemaire [chained to the floor in agony]: You are commiting a major injustice, man. It’s you who will go to jail, you asshole!
Tough guy?
Dectective: If I were Hamel, I would cut off his balls. And make sure he was conscious when I did it.
Trust me: Lemaire should be so lucky.
Bruno [on phone]: Yesterday I wrecked his knee. That’s just the beginning. It’s your turn. Tell me what to do next.
Sylvie: I want you to stop and come home.
Bruno: I was hoping you would understand.
Sylvie: No one approves of what you are doing. Your family. Your friends.
Bruno: I don’t care. Fuck 'em. It’s for Jasmine. I owe it to her.
Actually, they both do.
Det. Mercure [on phone]: This is detective Mercure. If you turn yourself in now, the mitigating circumstances…
Bruno: I’ll turn myself in. Next Friday, my daughter’s birthday. I’m going to kill him. I’ll turn myself in after.
Is that mitigating enough though?
Bruno: What else do you know.
Det. Mercure: What you are feeling.
Bruno: I’d be surprised.
Det. Mercure: My wife was shot six months ago in a grocery by a young thief for 58 bucks.
Bruno: Didn’t you want to kill him?
Det. Mercure: Yes. But I knew it was pointless.
Bruno: Where is he?
Det. Mercure: In prison where he belongs.
Bruno: And that satisfies you? At night lying in your empty bed, does it console you to know your wife’s killer is in jail? Does it make your life more bearable?
My guess: yes and no.
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7 Days
Detective: Does it really matter? After all, Lemaire’s a child rapist. Why should we bust our ass to save a guy who murders little girls?
Det. Mercure: It’s not Lemaire I want to save.
If you get his drift.
Bruno [on phone]: What made you tell the press I’ve gone crazy? I’m not crazy; I’ve never been so lucid.
Sylvie: Come back. Stop all this.
Bruno: How can you ask that? If you loved Jasmine, you’d know this is for her!
Sylvie: You’re doing it out of guilt!
Bruno: You finally said it. You think it’s my fault, right?
Sylvie: It’s you who…
Bruno: Who what?! You could have gone with her. But you wanted to fuck! While you were having your orgasm, your little girl was being raped!!
You tell me.
[Bruno holds up a small bottle labled “Curare”]
Lemaire: What’s that? What is it? Curare?
Bruno holds up a sheet of paper for Lemaire to read: “CURARE: PARALYZES THE MOTOR SYSTEM BUT NOT CONSCIOUSNESS.”
Lemaire: Don’t do it. Don’t do it. I can’t take it anymore. You’re worse than me. You’re worse than me!
[Bruno shows him a picture of his little girl. He lays the photo on Lemaire’s stomach. Then he…]
Well, let’s just say he is a surgeon.
Lemaire: The worst thing is you don’t even seem to be enjoying yourself.
The wrong thing to say?
Lemaire: Running low on motivation? I’ll help you, okay? Your daughter wasn’t the only one. Those little sluts. I killed three others too. Marion Houle, Laurie Thibodeau and Charlotte Masson. I fucked 'em and then I killed them, all three. But your little girl, Jasmine…she was the best. She was the prettiest. Real pretty. Fucking tease! The way she was dressed. She deserved to get her **** reamed. And while I was fucking her, she kept screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!”
[Bruno chokes him]
Lemaire: Kill me! Kill me!
Let's just say he is trying everything he can think of.
Convenience store clerk [to Bruno]: I know who you are. I’m with you. Thanks.
How about you?
Mrs. Masson: I’d erased that man from my life.
Bruno: You can’t.
Mrs. Masson: Yes, you can. It’s hard. It takes a long time, but you can. By bringing me here you destroyed that. It’s like…It’s like you killed my girl a second time. Everytime you torture that man, you kill your own daughter.
[Bruno punches her in the face and knocks her out]
Anything goes.
Reporter: Dr. Hamel, do you still think vengeance is the right answer?
Bruno: No.
Reporter: So you regret what you’ve done?
Bruno: No.
Good answers?
Detective: Does it really matter? After all, Lemaire’s a child rapist. Why should we bust our ass to save a guy who murders little girls?
Det. Mercure: It’s not Lemaire I want to save.
If you get his drift.
Bruno [on phone]: What made you tell the press I’ve gone crazy? I’m not crazy; I’ve never been so lucid.
Sylvie: Come back. Stop all this.
Bruno: How can you ask that? If you loved Jasmine, you’d know this is for her!
Sylvie: You’re doing it out of guilt!
Bruno: You finally said it. You think it’s my fault, right?
Sylvie: It’s you who…
Bruno: Who what?! You could have gone with her. But you wanted to fuck! While you were having your orgasm, your little girl was being raped!!
You tell me.
[Bruno holds up a small bottle labled “Curare”]
Lemaire: What’s that? What is it? Curare?
Bruno holds up a sheet of paper for Lemaire to read: “CURARE: PARALYZES THE MOTOR SYSTEM BUT NOT CONSCIOUSNESS.”
Lemaire: Don’t do it. Don’t do it. I can’t take it anymore. You’re worse than me. You’re worse than me!
[Bruno shows him a picture of his little girl. He lays the photo on Lemaire’s stomach. Then he…]
Well, let’s just say he is a surgeon.
Lemaire: The worst thing is you don’t even seem to be enjoying yourself.
The wrong thing to say?
Lemaire: Running low on motivation? I’ll help you, okay? Your daughter wasn’t the only one. Those little sluts. I killed three others too. Marion Houle, Laurie Thibodeau and Charlotte Masson. I fucked 'em and then I killed them, all three. But your little girl, Jasmine…she was the best. She was the prettiest. Real pretty. Fucking tease! The way she was dressed. She deserved to get her **** reamed. And while I was fucking her, she kept screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!”
[Bruno chokes him]
Lemaire: Kill me! Kill me!
Let's just say he is trying everything he can think of.
Convenience store clerk [to Bruno]: I know who you are. I’m with you. Thanks.
How about you?
Mrs. Masson: I’d erased that man from my life.
Bruno: You can’t.
Mrs. Masson: Yes, you can. It’s hard. It takes a long time, but you can. By bringing me here you destroyed that. It’s like…It’s like you killed my girl a second time. Everytime you torture that man, you kill your own daughter.
[Bruno punches her in the face and knocks her out]
Anything goes.
Reporter: Dr. Hamel, do you still think vengeance is the right answer?
Bruno: No.
Reporter: So you regret what you’ve done?
Bruno: No.
Good answers?
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Re: Quote of the day
Everyone seems to know [in a more or less sophisticated manner] that the lives of those who choose to interact with others of their own species become intertwined in all manner of complex and convoluted ways. But we think about the implications of this from [at times] very different philosophical perspectives. My own [gasp!] revolving around dasein and situational ethics.
Here the crucial factor [or the one that struck me] is how, in more or less important ways, we become a part of each other’s lives…and we are not even aware it. Or not fully aware. We change over the course of time but we can never really calculate with any precision how this evolution is to be “understood”. There are just too many variables that seem to float in and out of our lives on the margins. But not always of marginal importance. We just don’t calculate from the perspective of someone who has a bird’s eye view of all our interactions. Instead, we have only a particular existential vantage point.
The irony of course is that our reactions to the film are no less entwined in the point it is trying to make.
Thirteen Conversations About One Thing
Patricia: What is it that you want?
Walker: What everyone wants. To experience life. To wake up enthused. To be happy.
Not her in other words.
Troy: I don’t believe in luck. Luck is the lazy man’s excuse.
Gene: Ah, spoken like a man who’s had nothing but good luck.
His luck is about to change.
Troy: The guy was a habitual offender. He belongs in jail. That’s what’s so damn beautiful about our jobs. We prosecute the guilty. We hold them responsible for their actions. I believe that’s what people want. They want an example to show them some concrete proof that there is an order in this world. To show them a system that can determine right from wrong.
You know, like we do here.
Walker: Ignorance is bliss, is that it?
Helen: Maybe he’s better off living under an illusion. The mind is its own place. And in itself can make a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven. Paradise Lost. I’m teaching Milton this semester.
Up in the clouds?
Patricia: I heard about a study once that said human beings require 18 inches of personal space. Silly, isn’t it? To put a number on it like that.
Of course, we've got virtual space here.
Beatrice: Life isn’t fair.
Dorrie: What?
Beatrice: I said life isn’t fair. You were right.
Dorrie: What are you saying that for?
Beatrice: The architect thought I had stole his watch.
Dorrie: That guy is an idiot…
Beatrice: I should have taken it, since I was blamed for it. I thought and thought about why I got hit by that car and why I was standing on that corner at that moment and why that white shirt blew out of my hand. And then I realized there is no reason.
Dorrie: Well, I just think that you never know what’s coming around the next corner. That’s what you say all the time.
Beatrice: My eyes have been opened. I can never go back.
Mine too.
There's still hope for most of you though.
Here the crucial factor [or the one that struck me] is how, in more or less important ways, we become a part of each other’s lives…and we are not even aware it. Or not fully aware. We change over the course of time but we can never really calculate with any precision how this evolution is to be “understood”. There are just too many variables that seem to float in and out of our lives on the margins. But not always of marginal importance. We just don’t calculate from the perspective of someone who has a bird’s eye view of all our interactions. Instead, we have only a particular existential vantage point.
The irony of course is that our reactions to the film are no less entwined in the point it is trying to make.
Thirteen Conversations About One Thing
Patricia: What is it that you want?
Walker: What everyone wants. To experience life. To wake up enthused. To be happy.
Not her in other words.
Troy: I don’t believe in luck. Luck is the lazy man’s excuse.
Gene: Ah, spoken like a man who’s had nothing but good luck.
His luck is about to change.
Troy: The guy was a habitual offender. He belongs in jail. That’s what’s so damn beautiful about our jobs. We prosecute the guilty. We hold them responsible for their actions. I believe that’s what people want. They want an example to show them some concrete proof that there is an order in this world. To show them a system that can determine right from wrong.
You know, like we do here.
Walker: Ignorance is bliss, is that it?
Helen: Maybe he’s better off living under an illusion. The mind is its own place. And in itself can make a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven. Paradise Lost. I’m teaching Milton this semester.
Up in the clouds?
Patricia: I heard about a study once that said human beings require 18 inches of personal space. Silly, isn’t it? To put a number on it like that.
Of course, we've got virtual space here.
Beatrice: Life isn’t fair.
Dorrie: What?
Beatrice: I said life isn’t fair. You were right.
Dorrie: What are you saying that for?
Beatrice: The architect thought I had stole his watch.
Dorrie: That guy is an idiot…
Beatrice: I should have taken it, since I was blamed for it. I thought and thought about why I got hit by that car and why I was standing on that corner at that moment and why that white shirt blew out of my hand. And then I realized there is no reason.
Dorrie: Well, I just think that you never know what’s coming around the next corner. That’s what you say all the time.
Beatrice: My eyes have been opened. I can never go back.
Mine too.
There's still hope for most of you though.