Talk Radio
Barry: Remember, sticks and stones may break your bones but words can cause permanent damage!
Wow, just like here!
Barry: I’m getting the 10:00 a.m. slot. He’s hiring a producer just for my own show.
Ellen: Oh, Barry, that’s wonderful. Yeah. You wanna do it?
Barry: Huh? You’d be the best person to do it. You’re smart, you’re hardworking, you do everything I tell you to do.
Ellen: Um, Barry, I think you better get someone else. I don’t think it’s a good idea.
Barry: It’s a great idea. Come on. You gotta do it.
Ellen: Barry, if I work for you, the fun would go out it, you know? There’d be a lot of tension. It might even screw up our marriage.
Barry: Fuck our marriage. Come on. This is important. I need you. Don’t you want the show to be as good as it can be? Aren’t you behind me?
Ellen: You gotta be joking.
Barry: Of course I’m not joking.
Ellen: You just said, “Fuck our marriage.”
Barry: I’m joking.
And a part of him may still actually believe it.
Barry: Talk radio. Free speech isn’t really free at all. It’s actually a little bit like Russian roulette. A very expensive commodity. You never know what’s gonna come up the next time you push the button.
Next up: talk philosophy.
Barry: There’s nothing more boring than people who love you.
Or, here, hate you?
Dan: What you are, Barry, is a fuckin’ suit salesman with a big mouth. Let’s call a spade a spade. It’s a job. That’s all it is. You can come in here and start predicting Armageddon if you want to, Barry. But it’s still a job. A job you did not even know how to do…until I taught it to you! What do you think you’re doing in here, changing the world? This is a talk show, Barry, and you are a talk show host. Alan does the drive time, Jerry does the home handyman stuff, Sheila does the shrink stuff, Sid does the financial stuff, and you hang up on people. That’s your job. Now, you’re very good at it. You’re the joker in my deck, and I’m very happy for your success. But you work for me! I’m your boss. You wanna have the kid on the show? Have him on! But you get one thing straight. You fuck up my deal, and you go back to selling double-knit suits.
Let's decide what your job here is.
Barry: We have a very special guest with us tonight… Kent. Say hello to everybody, Kent.
Kent: Alright!
Barry: My sentiments exactly. We’ve brought Kent on board to get an inside look on the future of America. Kent is the classic American youth: energetic and resourceful, spoiled, perverse, and disturbed. Would you say that’s an accurate description, Kent?
Kent: Yup, sure!
Barry: Now what do you call that haircut?
Kent: I don’t know… Rock and roll!
Barry: …Are you high right now Kent?
Kent: Am I high?
Barry: Are you on drugs, or is this your naturally moronic self?
Barry [Kent leans over laughing hysterically]: Watch the drool, you’re getting all over the console.
Contempt, let's call it. And each of us may well have our own rendition of it here.
Barry: Ralph Ralph Ralph Ralph Ralph…Tell me something I-I’m curious. How do you dial a phone with a straitjacket on?
Or: "Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry…Tell me something I-I’m curious. How do you answer a phone with a straitjacket on?"
Barry [to caller]: You’re right, I should hang. I’m a hypocrite. I ask for sincerity and I lie. I denounce the system as I embrace it. I want money and power and prestige: I want ratings and success. And I don’t give a damn about you, or the world. That’s the truth: for that I could say I’m sorry, but I won’t. Why should I? I mean who the hell are you anyways you…audience! You’re on me every night like a pack of wolves because you can’t stand facing what you are and what you’ve made! Yes the world is a terrible place, yes cancer and garbage disposals will get you. Yes the war is coming, yes the world is shot to hell and you’re all goners! Everything is screwed up and you like it that way don’t you! You’re fascinated by the gory details! You’re mesmerized by your own fear. You revel in floods, car accidents, unstoppable diseases, you’re happiest when others are in pain.That’s where I come in isn’t it? I’m here to lead you by the hand through the dark forest of your own hatred and anger and humiliation!
Hell, any one of dozens here could have noted that.
Barry [to audience]: I’m not afraid, see? I come in every night, I make my case, I say what I believe in! I tell you what you are, I have to I have no choice! You frighten me! I come in every night, I tear it to you, I abuse you, I insult you, you just keep coming back for more. What’s wrong with you? Why do you keep calling? I don’t want to hear anymore, STOP TALKING! GO AWAY! You’re a bunch of yellow-bellied, spineless, bigoted, quivering, drunken, insomniatic, paranoid, disgusting, perverted, voyeuristic, little obscene phone callers. That’s what you are.
Of course, he's only paraphrasing...you? me?
[Barry is silent after delivering his tirade]
Stu: Sixty seconds left in the show, Barry.
[long pause, Barry still says nothing]
Stu: This is dead air, Barry. Dead air.
[another long pause]
Barry: I guess…we’re stuck with each other. This is Barry Champlain.
[Barry signs off]
I won't go there if you won't.
Stu: Barry and I worked together for over seven years and whenever you threatened him over the air, man he would stick it right back in your face. It was like his dick was flapping in the wind and he’d like to see if he could get an erection. The guy had a little dick but he liked to flap it out there. Then they cut it off, so now he’s dead. I don’t know if you understand my analogy but it’s the clearest one I can make.
Any little dicks here just flapping about?
Quote of the day
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Death
“Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky."
Wayne: "It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat."
Marasi frowned. "I ... I'm not sure I know how to respond."
Wax: "That's a common reaction to Wayne.” Brandon Sanderson
Next up: a hat left on a bed.
Right Bob? Right Diane?
“It's better to burn out than to fade away.” Kurt Cobain
Pick one:
1] murder
2] suicide
“Yet, at the same time, as the Eastern sages also knew, man is a worm and food for worms. This is the paradox: he is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-gasping body that once belonged to a fish and still carries the gill-marks to prove it. His body is a material fleshy casing that is alien to him in many ways—the strangest and most repugnant way being that it aches and bleeds and will decay and die. Ernest Becker
Bummer.
"Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order to blindly and dumbly rot and disappear forever. It is a terrifying dilemma to be in and to have to live with. The lower animals are, of course, spared this painful contradiction, as they lack a symbolic identity and the self-consciousness that goes with it. They merely act and move reflexively as they are driven by their instincts. If they pause at all, it is only a physical pause; inside they are anonymous, and even their faces have no name. They live in a world without time, pulsating, as it were, in a state of dumb being. This is what has made it so simple to shoot down whole herds of buffalo or elephants. The animals don't know that death is happening and continue grazing placidly while others drop alongside them. The knowledge of death is reflective and conceptual, and animals are spared it. They live and they disappear with the same thoughtlessness: a few minutes of fear, a few seconds of anguish, and it is over. But to live a whole lifetime with the fate of death haunting one's dreams and even the most sun-filled days—that's something else.” Ernest Becker
What on Earth was God thinking, right?
“They never fail who die in a great cause.” George Gordon Byron
Really, how naive must you be to fall for that one?
“When we fully understand the brevity of life, its fleeting joys and unavoidable pains; when we accept the facts that all men and women are approaching an inevitable doom: the consciousness of it should make us more kindly and considerate of each other. This feeling should make men and women use their best efforts to help their fellow travelers on the road, to make the path brighter and easier as we journey on. It should bring a closer kinship, a better understanding, and a deeper sympathy for the wayfarers who must live a common life and die a common death.” Clarence Darrow
Believe it or not, I was once this optimistic myself.
“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.” Sylvia Plath
On the other hand, that's gone when you're gone. Forever, for example.
“Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky."
Wayne: "It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat."
Marasi frowned. "I ... I'm not sure I know how to respond."
Wax: "That's a common reaction to Wayne.” Brandon Sanderson
Next up: a hat left on a bed.
Right Bob? Right Diane?
“It's better to burn out than to fade away.” Kurt Cobain
Pick one:
1] murder
2] suicide
“Yet, at the same time, as the Eastern sages also knew, man is a worm and food for worms. This is the paradox: he is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-gasping body that once belonged to a fish and still carries the gill-marks to prove it. His body is a material fleshy casing that is alien to him in many ways—the strangest and most repugnant way being that it aches and bleeds and will decay and die. Ernest Becker
Bummer.
"Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order to blindly and dumbly rot and disappear forever. It is a terrifying dilemma to be in and to have to live with. The lower animals are, of course, spared this painful contradiction, as they lack a symbolic identity and the self-consciousness that goes with it. They merely act and move reflexively as they are driven by their instincts. If they pause at all, it is only a physical pause; inside they are anonymous, and even their faces have no name. They live in a world without time, pulsating, as it were, in a state of dumb being. This is what has made it so simple to shoot down whole herds of buffalo or elephants. The animals don't know that death is happening and continue grazing placidly while others drop alongside them. The knowledge of death is reflective and conceptual, and animals are spared it. They live and they disappear with the same thoughtlessness: a few minutes of fear, a few seconds of anguish, and it is over. But to live a whole lifetime with the fate of death haunting one's dreams and even the most sun-filled days—that's something else.” Ernest Becker
What on Earth was God thinking, right?
“They never fail who die in a great cause.” George Gordon Byron
Really, how naive must you be to fall for that one?
“When we fully understand the brevity of life, its fleeting joys and unavoidable pains; when we accept the facts that all men and women are approaching an inevitable doom: the consciousness of it should make us more kindly and considerate of each other. This feeling should make men and women use their best efforts to help their fellow travelers on the road, to make the path brighter and easier as we journey on. It should bring a closer kinship, a better understanding, and a deeper sympathy for the wayfarers who must live a common life and die a common death.” Clarence Darrow
Believe it or not, I was once this optimistic myself.
“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.” Sylvia Plath
On the other hand, that's gone when you're gone. Forever, for example.
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Re: Quote of the day
Raise your hand if you have at least fantasized about doing something like this. You reach the point where the gap between those who own and operate the circus and those hired to be the clowns becomes more than you can bear. And you long ago concluded the workers of the world are never, ever going to unite.
So you decide to kill two birds with one stone: you smite the most powerful man in the world and you become a hero for the cause. Well, at least you are no longer nobody anymore.
His problem is he wants to make the system work for him [selling accouterments of the American Dream to others] but he is not very good at it. For example, he doesn’t feel comfortable lying to customers all the time…or ripping them off. That goes against his “values”. He is a man who staunchly believes the free enterprise system can be made concommitant with moral integrity.
Of course some will just dismiss him as an incompetent loser. He simply does not understand how capitalism works out in the real world. I mean, not at all.
But, as with Barry Champlain above, this guy has just as many problems in his personal life. He is spiralling downward both coming and going. The rage on one end keeps feeding the rage on the other end.
And thus all the political stuff about Nixon and the economy gets swallowed up here. However well-intentioned he might be, the guy is just pathetic at times. “He’s a fucking nut”, will be the general consensus.
This was originally conceived as a fictitious story but, whilst doing research, the writers discovered something very similar had occurred, so decided to let that influence their script. It is loosely based on the life and death of Samuel Joseph Byck, who on 22 February 1974 attempted to hijack a Delta Air Lines DC-9 at Baltimore-Washington International Airport, in order to crash it into the White House and kill President Richard Nixon. IMDb
The Assassination of Richard Nixon
Sam [voiceover]: My name is Sam Bicke, and I consider myself a grain of sand. On this beach called America there are 211 million grains of sand. Three billion on the beach we call Earth. If I am lucky, if I am lucky, the action that I am about to take…
[big smile]
Sam: …will show the powerful that even the least grain of sand has is him the power to destroy them.
Uh, cue Thomas Matthew Crooks?
Sam [voiceover]: Mr. Bernstein, sir, there are times I have felt alone on this planet. And that’s how they want us, isn’t it? Alone. Divided. Weak.
Reminds you of Sean Penn, doesn't it?
Jack: You wanna know who the greatest salesman in the world is?
[he points to a TV with Nixon giving a speech]
Jack: It’s that man, right there. He sold the whole country, 200 milion people on himself. Twice. And what was Nixon’s sales pitch in '68?
Sam: Well, in 68, it was…
Jack: He said he would end the war. He would get us out of Vietnam. And what did he do? He sent over another 100,000 troops and then he bombed the living shit out of them. That’s what he did. Now, what did Nixon run on last year? Ending the war in Vietnam. And he won. By a landslide. That is a salesman. He made a promise. He didn’t deliver. And then he sold us the same exact promise. All over again. That’s believing in yourself.
Me? I still take it all personally, Dick.
Sam [voiceover]: What happened, Mr. Bernstein…to the land of plenty. When there’s plenty for the few, and nothing for the plenty. Is that the American Dream?
And who would know better than Leonard Bernstein?
Sam: Slavery never really ended in this country. They just gave it another name… Em-plo-yee.
And it's not for nothing that rhymes with "wage-slave".
Sam I saw you…the Panthers…on TV last night and I’m in complete agreement with your stand. Except that I’m white.
Harold: Yeah, well we all got to be born something.
Sam: Yes, but…but do you know what that means.
[Harold shakes his head]
Sam: It means you’re not getting to your whole audience. I mean I’m white but I’m in the same boat.
Harold: You own the boat.
Sam: No, I don’t own the boat. I’m not the man in the Cadillac.
Nope, it didn't work.
Right?
So you decide to kill two birds with one stone: you smite the most powerful man in the world and you become a hero for the cause. Well, at least you are no longer nobody anymore.
His problem is he wants to make the system work for him [selling accouterments of the American Dream to others] but he is not very good at it. For example, he doesn’t feel comfortable lying to customers all the time…or ripping them off. That goes against his “values”. He is a man who staunchly believes the free enterprise system can be made concommitant with moral integrity.
Of course some will just dismiss him as an incompetent loser. He simply does not understand how capitalism works out in the real world. I mean, not at all.
But, as with Barry Champlain above, this guy has just as many problems in his personal life. He is spiralling downward both coming and going. The rage on one end keeps feeding the rage on the other end.
And thus all the political stuff about Nixon and the economy gets swallowed up here. However well-intentioned he might be, the guy is just pathetic at times. “He’s a fucking nut”, will be the general consensus.
This was originally conceived as a fictitious story but, whilst doing research, the writers discovered something very similar had occurred, so decided to let that influence their script. It is loosely based on the life and death of Samuel Joseph Byck, who on 22 February 1974 attempted to hijack a Delta Air Lines DC-9 at Baltimore-Washington International Airport, in order to crash it into the White House and kill President Richard Nixon. IMDb
The Assassination of Richard Nixon
Sam [voiceover]: My name is Sam Bicke, and I consider myself a grain of sand. On this beach called America there are 211 million grains of sand. Three billion on the beach we call Earth. If I am lucky, if I am lucky, the action that I am about to take…
[big smile]
Sam: …will show the powerful that even the least grain of sand has is him the power to destroy them.
Uh, cue Thomas Matthew Crooks?
Sam [voiceover]: Mr. Bernstein, sir, there are times I have felt alone on this planet. And that’s how they want us, isn’t it? Alone. Divided. Weak.
Reminds you of Sean Penn, doesn't it?
Jack: You wanna know who the greatest salesman in the world is?
[he points to a TV with Nixon giving a speech]
Jack: It’s that man, right there. He sold the whole country, 200 milion people on himself. Twice. And what was Nixon’s sales pitch in '68?
Sam: Well, in 68, it was…
Jack: He said he would end the war. He would get us out of Vietnam. And what did he do? He sent over another 100,000 troops and then he bombed the living shit out of them. That’s what he did. Now, what did Nixon run on last year? Ending the war in Vietnam. And he won. By a landslide. That is a salesman. He made a promise. He didn’t deliver. And then he sold us the same exact promise. All over again. That’s believing in yourself.
Me? I still take it all personally, Dick.
Sam [voiceover]: What happened, Mr. Bernstein…to the land of plenty. When there’s plenty for the few, and nothing for the plenty. Is that the American Dream?
And who would know better than Leonard Bernstein?
Sam: Slavery never really ended in this country. They just gave it another name… Em-plo-yee.
And it's not for nothing that rhymes with "wage-slave".
Sam I saw you…the Panthers…on TV last night and I’m in complete agreement with your stand. Except that I’m white.
Harold: Yeah, well we all got to be born something.
Sam: Yes, but…but do you know what that means.
[Harold shakes his head]
Sam: It means you’re not getting to your whole audience. I mean I’m white but I’m in the same boat.
Harold: You own the boat.
Sam: No, I don’t own the boat. I’m not the man in the Cadillac.
Nope, it didn't work.
Right?
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Re: Quote of the day
Philosophy
“It doesn't seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil - which is the view that religion has. The stage is too big for the drama.” Richard P. Feynman
On the other hand, don't overthink it?
“Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war.” Norman Mailer
Next up: all the good wars.
“All sciences are vain and full of errors that are not born of Experience, the mother of all Knowledge.” Leonardo da Vinci
Of course, he was "allowed" to say that, right? Just as Nixon was "allowed" to go to China?
“The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.” Terry Pratchett
I know, I know: What if that starts happening here?!!
“Thoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.” Bob Proctor
Guess what I'm seeing in my mind right now?
Nope. Guess again.
“His Omnipotence means power to do all that is intrinsically possible, not to do the intrinsically impossible. You may attribute miracles to Him, but not nonsense. This is no limit to His power. If you choose to say, ‘God can give a creature free will and at the same time withhold free will from it,’ you have not succeeded in saying anything about God: meaningless combinations of words do not suddenly acquire meaning simply because we prefix to them the two other words, 'God can.' It remains true that all things are possible with God: the intrinsic impossibilities are not things but nonentities. It is no more possible for God than for the weakest of His creatures to carry out both of two mutually exclusive alternatives; not because His power meets an obstacle, but because nonsense remains nonsense even when we talk it about God.” C.S. Lewis
That's certainly proof enough for...some?
“It doesn't seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil - which is the view that religion has. The stage is too big for the drama.” Richard P. Feynman
On the other hand, don't overthink it?
“Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war.” Norman Mailer
Next up: all the good wars.
“All sciences are vain and full of errors that are not born of Experience, the mother of all Knowledge.” Leonardo da Vinci
Of course, he was "allowed" to say that, right? Just as Nixon was "allowed" to go to China?
“The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.” Terry Pratchett
I know, I know: What if that starts happening here?!!
“Thoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.” Bob Proctor
Guess what I'm seeing in my mind right now?
Nope. Guess again.
“His Omnipotence means power to do all that is intrinsically possible, not to do the intrinsically impossible. You may attribute miracles to Him, but not nonsense. This is no limit to His power. If you choose to say, ‘God can give a creature free will and at the same time withhold free will from it,’ you have not succeeded in saying anything about God: meaningless combinations of words do not suddenly acquire meaning simply because we prefix to them the two other words, 'God can.' It remains true that all things are possible with God: the intrinsic impossibilities are not things but nonentities. It is no more possible for God than for the weakest of His creatures to carry out both of two mutually exclusive alternatives; not because His power meets an obstacle, but because nonsense remains nonsense even when we talk it about God.” C.S. Lewis
That's certainly proof enough for...some?
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Re: Quote of the day
The Assassination of Richard Nixon
Sam: I wanna throw an idea at you. Zebras.
Harold: Zebras?
Sam: Zebras. You see, they’re black, and they’re white. The Black Panthers become The Zebras, and membership will double.
It never caught on though, did it?
Sam: But the government is looking for black business men.
Bonny: I been here 16 years and they ain’t found me yet.
In fact, to the best of my knowledge, they still haven't.
Sam [voiceover watching Nixon on TV with the Shah of Itran]: Who are these men? Who are these men, maestro, who keep us waiting at their feet? The meek shall not inherit the earth. The earth belongs to the bullies who do not care how they get to the top, as long as they arrive. I am an honest man, and if that is to be my undoing then so be it…but I will not go quietly.
You can say that again.
Sam [watching Nixon on TV explaining he is not a crook]: It’s about money, Dick. It’s about money, Dick! IT’S ABOUT MONEY! IT’S ABOUT MON-EY, DICK!! IT’S ABOUT MONEY DICK!!! MONEY!!!
Campaign contributions in particular, of course.
Sam [voiceover]: Please let them know, maestro. Let them know I was nervous… that unlike the powerful I was not so arrogant, as to be sure that my actions were righteous. Certainty is the disease of kings, maestro… and Sam Bicke was many things, but not a king. He just wanted to make a change, to stop the lies… and he aimed high.
Selling automobile tires from a bus?
Sam: [desperately upset, to Julius]: I’m just, I’m trying to keep my family together… and that little guy can’t do it anymore, he just can’t do it anymore. Because there’s is, there’s a cancer… in the system, the whole system has a cancer and I’m being punished because I resist. But somebody has to resist, just somebody has to resist.
For almost 25 years I resisted "the system".
Can't you tell?
Sam [voiceover]: If history teaches us anything it’s that you have got to get the seat of government. The whole goddamned chair, you just kick it out. Let the system dangle till it doesn’t breathe.
No, really, what does history teach us?
Sam [voiceover]: Mr. Bernstein, sir there are people who sit and wait their lives away on the promise of the dream that will not come…they are the sheep.
The maestro!
Sam [voiceover]: They can rebuild the White House, but they will never forget me. Not ever.
Do you remember him?
Sam: I wanna throw an idea at you. Zebras.
Harold: Zebras?
Sam: Zebras. You see, they’re black, and they’re white. The Black Panthers become The Zebras, and membership will double.
It never caught on though, did it?
Sam: But the government is looking for black business men.
Bonny: I been here 16 years and they ain’t found me yet.
In fact, to the best of my knowledge, they still haven't.
Sam [voiceover watching Nixon on TV with the Shah of Itran]: Who are these men? Who are these men, maestro, who keep us waiting at their feet? The meek shall not inherit the earth. The earth belongs to the bullies who do not care how they get to the top, as long as they arrive. I am an honest man, and if that is to be my undoing then so be it…but I will not go quietly.
You can say that again.
Sam [watching Nixon on TV explaining he is not a crook]: It’s about money, Dick. It’s about money, Dick! IT’S ABOUT MONEY! IT’S ABOUT MON-EY, DICK!! IT’S ABOUT MONEY DICK!!! MONEY!!!
Campaign contributions in particular, of course.
Sam [voiceover]: Please let them know, maestro. Let them know I was nervous… that unlike the powerful I was not so arrogant, as to be sure that my actions were righteous. Certainty is the disease of kings, maestro… and Sam Bicke was many things, but not a king. He just wanted to make a change, to stop the lies… and he aimed high.
Selling automobile tires from a bus?
Sam: [desperately upset, to Julius]: I’m just, I’m trying to keep my family together… and that little guy can’t do it anymore, he just can’t do it anymore. Because there’s is, there’s a cancer… in the system, the whole system has a cancer and I’m being punished because I resist. But somebody has to resist, just somebody has to resist.
For almost 25 years I resisted "the system".
Can't you tell?
Sam [voiceover]: If history teaches us anything it’s that you have got to get the seat of government. The whole goddamned chair, you just kick it out. Let the system dangle till it doesn’t breathe.
No, really, what does history teach us?
Sam [voiceover]: Mr. Bernstein, sir there are people who sit and wait their lives away on the promise of the dream that will not come…they are the sheep.
The maestro!
Sam [voiceover]: They can rebuild the White House, but they will never forget me. Not ever.
Do you remember him?
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Re: Quote of the day
Richard Wright from Native Son
How could one find out about life when one was about to die?
What did you find out?
Slowly he lifted his hands in the darkness and held them in mid-air, the fingers spread weakly open. If he reached out with his hands, and if his hands were electric wires, and if his heart were a battery giving life and fire to those hands, and if he reached out with his hands and touched other people, reached out through these stone walls and felt other hands connected with other hearts -- if he did that, would there be a reply, a shock?
You first.
If I should say that he is a victim of injustice, then I would be asking by implication for sympathy; and if one insists upon looking at this boy as a victim of injustice, he will be swamped by a feeling of guilt so strong as to be indistinguishable from hate. Of all things, men do not like to feel that they are guilty of wrong, and if you make them feel guilt, they will try desperately to justify it on any grounds; but, failing that, and seeing no immediate solution that will set things right without too much cost to their lives and property, they will kill that which evoked in them, the condemning sense of guilt. And this is true of all men- whether they be white or black -it is a peculiar and powerful, but common need.
Yeah, maybe?
They felt that it was much easier and safer to rob their own people, for they knew that white policemen never really searched diligently for Negroes who committed crimes against other Negroes.
That's logical, right?
Knowing almost nothing about books or serious magazines, intellectually he is a creature of the movie house, where he is an easy prey to fantasies concocted by Hollywood for the gullible.
Would you believe it's only gotten considerably worse?
Every decent man in America ought to swoon with joy for the opportunity to crush with his heel the woolly head of this black lizard, to keep him from scuttling on his belly farther over the earth and spitting forth his venom of death!
Clear enough for you?
How could one find out about life when one was about to die?
What did you find out?
Slowly he lifted his hands in the darkness and held them in mid-air, the fingers spread weakly open. If he reached out with his hands, and if his hands were electric wires, and if his heart were a battery giving life and fire to those hands, and if he reached out with his hands and touched other people, reached out through these stone walls and felt other hands connected with other hearts -- if he did that, would there be a reply, a shock?
You first.
If I should say that he is a victim of injustice, then I would be asking by implication for sympathy; and if one insists upon looking at this boy as a victim of injustice, he will be swamped by a feeling of guilt so strong as to be indistinguishable from hate. Of all things, men do not like to feel that they are guilty of wrong, and if you make them feel guilt, they will try desperately to justify it on any grounds; but, failing that, and seeing no immediate solution that will set things right without too much cost to their lives and property, they will kill that which evoked in them, the condemning sense of guilt. And this is true of all men- whether they be white or black -it is a peculiar and powerful, but common need.
Yeah, maybe?
They felt that it was much easier and safer to rob their own people, for they knew that white policemen never really searched diligently for Negroes who committed crimes against other Negroes.
That's logical, right?
Knowing almost nothing about books or serious magazines, intellectually he is a creature of the movie house, where he is an easy prey to fantasies concocted by Hollywood for the gullible.
Would you believe it's only gotten considerably worse?
Every decent man in America ought to swoon with joy for the opportunity to crush with his heel the woolly head of this black lizard, to keep him from scuttling on his belly farther over the earth and spitting forth his venom of death!
Clear enough for you?
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Franz Kafka, allow me to introduce you to Dirty Harry.
If cops treat folks from the working class a bit differently from those higher up imagine how they treat a suspect who is “on the dole”?
Now, this is Australia, so maybe the traditions down there are just…different?
The thing here though is that the cops themselves inhabit the hierarchy from hell. They sometimes treat their subbordinates worse than the suspects. They all have their own [at times conflicting] agendas.
But is this really all just about a stolen car? Or perhaps it’s something more…like a serial killer. What makes it particularly delicious though is that at first the cops here don’t realize that the interview itself is under investigation by the folks in IA.
It’s a fascinating cat and mouse game from beginning to end.
The Interview
Eddie [to detective]: You try losing your job, your livelihood and your family and see jow many friends you have.
Of course, I always have you guys.
Det. Prior: It’s about a fucking stolen fucking car you fucking fuckwit.
That's a fucking lie.
Eddie: Just goes to show you how the mind works, doesn’t it?
Det. Steele: I don’t know Mr. Fleming. How does the mind work?
Of course: click.
Chief Inspector: If you have a problem Mr Fleming I wish for you to state it now.
Eddie: I wish you had come in hours ago. They broke into my house 5 o’clock this morning, bashed me, brought me here. I’ve been trying to help where I can but they wouldn’t listen.
Chief Inspector: What do you mean?
Eddie: All this business about a stolen car. As I already told these gentlemen I knew nothing about it. Stolen car or this mysterious business about this Mr. Bancroft that seems to be missing.
Det. Steele: You confessed to six murders including that of Mr Bancroft.
Chief Inspector: What do you say to that Mr. Flemming?
Eddie: Dectective, you know as well as I do that I only told you what you wanted to hear. You said you wanted to be convinced.
Chief Inspector: What do you mean?
Eddie: These policemen have kept me here all day. I concocted a story based on the information they told me. I even told them I would draw them a map just to get a meal because the only way I would get a meal and be allowed to eat it was to tell them what they wanted to hear. They lapped it up, couldn’t get enough of it.
Chief Inspector: Are you telling me the confession you made about the stolen car, killing Mr Bancroft and all the others was a story you made up just to get a meal?
Yep. Or maybe, uh, nope?
Chief Inspector: I hear what you’re telling me Flemming. But you lied before. How do I know you’re not lying now?
And, of course, the other way around.
Chief Inspector: AI has had you under video surveillance since you first walked into that room this morning.
Det. Prior: You’re fucking joking!
Chief Inspector: From what they say your whole interview was inadmissable.
Next up: what others say.
Det. Steele [to the chief inspector]: You asshole. You’ve rigged this upstairs haven’t you? I’m here to get results. To make you look good. All you do is tie me hands. You lie, you cheat, you leak information. You’re a fucking disgrace. You’re supposed to be one of us. You make me sick.
Of course: whatever works.
If anything does.
Det. Steele [to the chief inspector]: I’ve gone from Lord Mayor to shit-carter in less than two hours.
And then [inevitably]:
AI Inspector: I know what’s going on in the interview room. And I know what’s been going on in your head.
Det. Steele: When was the last time you worked on the streets? Do you have any idea what it’s like out there? You fight fire with fire.
The end of the film is meant to bear that out: the look on Eddie’s face. It’s like Verbal Kint losing the limp.
If cops treat folks from the working class a bit differently from those higher up imagine how they treat a suspect who is “on the dole”?
Now, this is Australia, so maybe the traditions down there are just…different?
The thing here though is that the cops themselves inhabit the hierarchy from hell. They sometimes treat their subbordinates worse than the suspects. They all have their own [at times conflicting] agendas.
But is this really all just about a stolen car? Or perhaps it’s something more…like a serial killer. What makes it particularly delicious though is that at first the cops here don’t realize that the interview itself is under investigation by the folks in IA.
It’s a fascinating cat and mouse game from beginning to end.
The Interview
Eddie [to detective]: You try losing your job, your livelihood and your family and see jow many friends you have.
Of course, I always have you guys.
Det. Prior: It’s about a fucking stolen fucking car you fucking fuckwit.
That's a fucking lie.
Eddie: Just goes to show you how the mind works, doesn’t it?
Det. Steele: I don’t know Mr. Fleming. How does the mind work?
Of course: click.
Chief Inspector: If you have a problem Mr Fleming I wish for you to state it now.
Eddie: I wish you had come in hours ago. They broke into my house 5 o’clock this morning, bashed me, brought me here. I’ve been trying to help where I can but they wouldn’t listen.
Chief Inspector: What do you mean?
Eddie: All this business about a stolen car. As I already told these gentlemen I knew nothing about it. Stolen car or this mysterious business about this Mr. Bancroft that seems to be missing.
Det. Steele: You confessed to six murders including that of Mr Bancroft.
Chief Inspector: What do you say to that Mr. Flemming?
Eddie: Dectective, you know as well as I do that I only told you what you wanted to hear. You said you wanted to be convinced.
Chief Inspector: What do you mean?
Eddie: These policemen have kept me here all day. I concocted a story based on the information they told me. I even told them I would draw them a map just to get a meal because the only way I would get a meal and be allowed to eat it was to tell them what they wanted to hear. They lapped it up, couldn’t get enough of it.
Chief Inspector: Are you telling me the confession you made about the stolen car, killing Mr Bancroft and all the others was a story you made up just to get a meal?
Yep. Or maybe, uh, nope?
Chief Inspector: I hear what you’re telling me Flemming. But you lied before. How do I know you’re not lying now?
And, of course, the other way around.
Chief Inspector: AI has had you under video surveillance since you first walked into that room this morning.
Det. Prior: You’re fucking joking!
Chief Inspector: From what they say your whole interview was inadmissable.
Next up: what others say.
Det. Steele [to the chief inspector]: You asshole. You’ve rigged this upstairs haven’t you? I’m here to get results. To make you look good. All you do is tie me hands. You lie, you cheat, you leak information. You’re a fucking disgrace. You’re supposed to be one of us. You make me sick.
Of course: whatever works.
If anything does.
Det. Steele [to the chief inspector]: I’ve gone from Lord Mayor to shit-carter in less than two hours.
And then [inevitably]:
AI Inspector: I know what’s going on in the interview room. And I know what’s been going on in your head.
Det. Steele: When was the last time you worked on the streets? Do you have any idea what it’s like out there? You fight fire with fire.
The end of the film is meant to bear that out: the look on Eddie’s face. It’s like Verbal Kint losing the limp.
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Re: Quote of the day
Lord Madox Ford from The Good Soldier
I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.
And, no, not just philosophically.
The world is full of places to which I want to return.
If they'll take you.
Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.
More to the point: why can't people have what they need?
“If for nine years I have possessed a goodly apple that is rotten at the core and discover its rottenness only in nine years and six months less four days, isn't it true to say that for nine years I possessed a goodly apple?”
Okay, but what about ten years?
Mind, I am not preaching anything contrary to accepted morality. I am not advocating free love in this or any other case. Society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to suicide and madness.
Let's call it the least worst of all possible worlds.
The instances of honesty that one comes across in this world are just as amazing as the instances of dishonesty. After forty-five years of mixing with one's kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one's fellow beings. But one doesn't.
Spread the word?
I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.
And, no, not just philosophically.
The world is full of places to which I want to return.
If they'll take you.
Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.
More to the point: why can't people have what they need?
“If for nine years I have possessed a goodly apple that is rotten at the core and discover its rottenness only in nine years and six months less four days, isn't it true to say that for nine years I possessed a goodly apple?”
Okay, but what about ten years?
Mind, I am not preaching anything contrary to accepted morality. I am not advocating free love in this or any other case. Society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to suicide and madness.
Let's call it the least worst of all possible worlds.
The instances of honesty that one comes across in this world are just as amazing as the instances of dishonesty. After forty-five years of mixing with one's kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one's fellow beings. But one doesn't.
Spread the word?
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I guess you had to be around back then. And I was. But not within range of this crowd. There’s not a single character here I can identify with. The sex industry? No thanks.
But on this side of the gender divide I am in the distinct minority. And back then pornography was not like it is today. No internet, for example. It was considerably more difficult to engage it in the privacy of your own home. They still made “movies” that men paid to see in “adult theatres”.
It was still construed by “normal people” to be a sleazy cesspool of drug-addled degenerates. At least by the ones who weren’t secretly indulging in it on the side.
But these guys didn’t care. They lived in their own little world where sex was way, way out in the open and they understood just how lucrative wrapping a business model around it could be. At least for the executives. And the “stars”. Only aren’t the stars in this business usually the women?
But these guys reacted to making these movies as though nominations for Academy Awards were at stake.
Burt Reynolds said in a Maxim magazine interview that when he researched his role by visiting porn sets and talking with real porn actors, and that experience made him want to wear rubber gloves and take a shower afterwards. IMDb
Boogie Nights
Eddie [standing in the kitchen at work with Jack]: So, you want five or ten?
Jack: What?
Eddie: Well, if you just wanna see me jack off, it’s ten. But if you just wanna look at it, it’s only five.
What would you pay?
Jerry: What the fuck was that? With that country-western shit, no one’s going to buy a stereo. What kind of brother are you, listening to that shit?
Buck: Look, Jerry…
Jerry: I gave you a job here because I thought your acting stuff might bring some nice pussy into the place…and it has…but I can’t have any more fuckups. You dig?
Buck: Yeah
Jerry: You dig?
Buck: Yeah, I dig.
And now he's hawking...Doritos?
Jack [to Eddie]: It is my dream, it is my goal…it is my idea to make a film that the story sucks them in…and when they spurt out that joy juice they just got to sit in it. They can’t move until they find out how the story ends. I want to make a film like that.
Anyone here ever been sucked in by one?
Eddie: Aren’t you gonna take your skates off?
Rollergirl: I never take my skates off.
I never saw her without them.
Kurt: What’s wrong?
Little Bill: My fucking wife. She’s down there, some idiot’s dick in her. Everybody’s standing around watching. It’s a fucking embarrassment!
Of course, we know how that turns out.
Colonel: I’m looking forward to seeing you in action. Jack says you’ve got a great big cock.
Eddie: Well, I don’t know, I guess so.
Colonel: May I see it?
Eddie: Really?
Colonel: Please!
[stares as Eddie lowers his shorts]
Colonel: Thank you, Eddie!
Eddie: No problem.
[the Colonel continue to stare as Eddie walks away]
We get to see it too eventually.
But on this side of the gender divide I am in the distinct minority. And back then pornography was not like it is today. No internet, for example. It was considerably more difficult to engage it in the privacy of your own home. They still made “movies” that men paid to see in “adult theatres”.
It was still construed by “normal people” to be a sleazy cesspool of drug-addled degenerates. At least by the ones who weren’t secretly indulging in it on the side.
But these guys didn’t care. They lived in their own little world where sex was way, way out in the open and they understood just how lucrative wrapping a business model around it could be. At least for the executives. And the “stars”. Only aren’t the stars in this business usually the women?
But these guys reacted to making these movies as though nominations for Academy Awards were at stake.
Burt Reynolds said in a Maxim magazine interview that when he researched his role by visiting porn sets and talking with real porn actors, and that experience made him want to wear rubber gloves and take a shower afterwards. IMDb
Boogie Nights
Eddie [standing in the kitchen at work with Jack]: So, you want five or ten?
Jack: What?
Eddie: Well, if you just wanna see me jack off, it’s ten. But if you just wanna look at it, it’s only five.
What would you pay?
Jerry: What the fuck was that? With that country-western shit, no one’s going to buy a stereo. What kind of brother are you, listening to that shit?
Buck: Look, Jerry…
Jerry: I gave you a job here because I thought your acting stuff might bring some nice pussy into the place…and it has…but I can’t have any more fuckups. You dig?
Buck: Yeah
Jerry: You dig?
Buck: Yeah, I dig.
And now he's hawking...Doritos?
Jack [to Eddie]: It is my dream, it is my goal…it is my idea to make a film that the story sucks them in…and when they spurt out that joy juice they just got to sit in it. They can’t move until they find out how the story ends. I want to make a film like that.
Anyone here ever been sucked in by one?
Eddie: Aren’t you gonna take your skates off?
Rollergirl: I never take my skates off.
I never saw her without them.
Kurt: What’s wrong?
Little Bill: My fucking wife. She’s down there, some idiot’s dick in her. Everybody’s standing around watching. It’s a fucking embarrassment!
Of course, we know how that turns out.
Colonel: I’m looking forward to seeing you in action. Jack says you’ve got a great big cock.
Eddie: Well, I don’t know, I guess so.
Colonel: May I see it?
Eddie: Really?
Colonel: Please!
[stares as Eddie lowers his shorts]
Colonel: Thank you, Eddie!
Eddie: No problem.
[the Colonel continue to stare as Eddie walks away]
We get to see it too eventually.
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Re: Quote of the day
Meaning
“Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps, dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles, chance remarks, old fillms, small victories, people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because our sense of what is the case is constructed from such inadequate materials that we defend it so fiercely, even to death.” Salman Rushdie.
See, I told you.
“The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with its destruction and carnage it can give us what we long for in life. It can give us purpose, meaning, a reason for living.” Chris Hedges
Indeed. Recall the great wars here.
“In the recumbence of depression, your information-gathering system collates its intelligence and reports to you these facts: (1) there is nothing to do; (2) there is nowhere to go; (3) there is nothing to be; (4) there is no one to know. Without meaning-charged emotions keeping your brain on the straight and narrow, you would lose your balance and fall into an abyss of lucidity. And for a conscious being, lucidity is a cocktail without ingredients, a crystal clear concoction that will leave you hung over with reality. In perfect knowledge there is only perfect nothingness, which is perfectly painful if what you want is meaning in your life.” Thomas Ligotti
Unless, of course, he's wrong.
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.” Jack Gilbert
Don't get us started!
“I have tried to express the idea that the café is a place where one can ruin oneself, go mad, or commit a crime.” Vincent Van Gogh
Or you can just grab a bite to eat.
“…Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed.” Dan Brown
And it's all right there in the da Vinci code.
“Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps, dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles, chance remarks, old fillms, small victories, people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because our sense of what is the case is constructed from such inadequate materials that we defend it so fiercely, even to death.” Salman Rushdie.
See, I told you.
“The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with its destruction and carnage it can give us what we long for in life. It can give us purpose, meaning, a reason for living.” Chris Hedges
Indeed. Recall the great wars here.
“In the recumbence of depression, your information-gathering system collates its intelligence and reports to you these facts: (1) there is nothing to do; (2) there is nowhere to go; (3) there is nothing to be; (4) there is no one to know. Without meaning-charged emotions keeping your brain on the straight and narrow, you would lose your balance and fall into an abyss of lucidity. And for a conscious being, lucidity is a cocktail without ingredients, a crystal clear concoction that will leave you hung over with reality. In perfect knowledge there is only perfect nothingness, which is perfectly painful if what you want is meaning in your life.” Thomas Ligotti
Unless, of course, he's wrong.
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.” Jack Gilbert
Don't get us started!
“I have tried to express the idea that the café is a place where one can ruin oneself, go mad, or commit a crime.” Vincent Van Gogh
Or you can just grab a bite to eat.
“…Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed.” Dan Brown
And it's all right there in the da Vinci code.
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Boogie Nights
Eddie: Jack, I was thinking about my name, y’know?
Jack: Yeah?
Eddie: I was wondering if you had any ideas.
Jack: I’ve got a few, but you tell me.
Eddie: Well, my idea was, y’know, I want a name, I want it so it can cut glass, y’know, razor sharp.
Jack: Tell me.
Eddie: When I close my eyes, I see this thing, a sign, I see this name in bright blue neon lights with a purple outline. And this name is so bright and so sharp that the sign - it just blows up because the name is so powerful…It says, “Dirk Diggler.”
Of course, he'll have to run it by Chest Rockwell.
Little Bill: The setup is…Here we go. One, Amber talking to Becky. They make the telephone call to the agents to send over some actors. Two, enter Reed to audition for Amber. They go at it. Becky watches. Three, Becky goes to the bathroom to jack off. She gets interrupted by Amber. They go at it. Four…Who’s Dirk Diggler?
Jack: That’s that new boy, good-looking kid…Eddie at the club.
Kurt: Good name. Anyway, enter Dirk. He meets Becky. They go at it.
Next up: going at it here?
Dirk [to Jack]: I can do it again if you need a close-up.
And, after all, it is Amber Waves.
Floyd: Let’s talk about the future. Let’s talk about what it really means to this industry and let’s talk about how all of us, not one of us…how all of us are going to profit. Now, I’ve been doing theater in San Francisco, San Diego about as long as you’ve been doing stag and hard core. Jack: We’re all familiar with your biography, Floyd.
Colonel: No one doubts your credentials or your history.
Floyd: Then why the resistance? This industry is going to be turned upside down soon enough. The Colonel’s got the money. You got the talent. I got the connections to the equipment and the mail-order distribution…not to mention those kids out there who are hot fuck action to the max, Jack. This is the future. Videotape tells the truth.
Jack: Wait a minute. You come into my house, my party to tell me about the future? That the future is tape… videotape… and not film? It’s amateurs and not professionals? I’m a filmmaker. That’s why I will never make a movie on videotape. I’ll tell you something else. I will never, ever loan out any of the actors that I have under contract.
Floyd: Wait, Jack. I’m not a complicated man. I like cinema. In particular, I like to see people fucking on film…but I don’t want to win an Oscar…and I don’t want to reinvent the wheel. I like simple pleasures like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That’s just me. That’s just something that I enjoy. Call me crazy, call me a pervert…but there’s one little thing I want to do in this life… and that is to make a dollar and a cent in this business…Film is just too damn expensive and the theaters are already converting to video projectors.
Next up: streaming?
Dirk [to Amber who is making a “documentary” on him]: I think that’s…that’s…part of my reason for doing this, you know. I’ve gotten thousands upon thousands of letters, you know, from people telling me…“God, you’ve taught me this… and you’ve made our love life so much better.” And this isn’t go out and have sex with million people and how to get a girl off. It’s about how to get your wife off. If only people could have been doing this before we could have saved a million relationships. I’ve saved thousands.
A new thread?
Dirk [to Amber]: What can you expect when you’re on top? You know? It’s like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it’s history repeating itself all over again.
So, historically, who is on top here?
Eddie: Jack, I was thinking about my name, y’know?
Jack: Yeah?
Eddie: I was wondering if you had any ideas.
Jack: I’ve got a few, but you tell me.
Eddie: Well, my idea was, y’know, I want a name, I want it so it can cut glass, y’know, razor sharp.
Jack: Tell me.
Eddie: When I close my eyes, I see this thing, a sign, I see this name in bright blue neon lights with a purple outline. And this name is so bright and so sharp that the sign - it just blows up because the name is so powerful…It says, “Dirk Diggler.”
Of course, he'll have to run it by Chest Rockwell.
Little Bill: The setup is…Here we go. One, Amber talking to Becky. They make the telephone call to the agents to send over some actors. Two, enter Reed to audition for Amber. They go at it. Becky watches. Three, Becky goes to the bathroom to jack off. She gets interrupted by Amber. They go at it. Four…Who’s Dirk Diggler?
Jack: That’s that new boy, good-looking kid…Eddie at the club.
Kurt: Good name. Anyway, enter Dirk. He meets Becky. They go at it.
Next up: going at it here?
Dirk [to Jack]: I can do it again if you need a close-up.
And, after all, it is Amber Waves.
Floyd: Let’s talk about the future. Let’s talk about what it really means to this industry and let’s talk about how all of us, not one of us…how all of us are going to profit. Now, I’ve been doing theater in San Francisco, San Diego about as long as you’ve been doing stag and hard core. Jack: We’re all familiar with your biography, Floyd.
Colonel: No one doubts your credentials or your history.
Floyd: Then why the resistance? This industry is going to be turned upside down soon enough. The Colonel’s got the money. You got the talent. I got the connections to the equipment and the mail-order distribution…not to mention those kids out there who are hot fuck action to the max, Jack. This is the future. Videotape tells the truth.
Jack: Wait a minute. You come into my house, my party to tell me about the future? That the future is tape… videotape… and not film? It’s amateurs and not professionals? I’m a filmmaker. That’s why I will never make a movie on videotape. I’ll tell you something else. I will never, ever loan out any of the actors that I have under contract.
Floyd: Wait, Jack. I’m not a complicated man. I like cinema. In particular, I like to see people fucking on film…but I don’t want to win an Oscar…and I don’t want to reinvent the wheel. I like simple pleasures like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That’s just me. That’s just something that I enjoy. Call me crazy, call me a pervert…but there’s one little thing I want to do in this life… and that is to make a dollar and a cent in this business…Film is just too damn expensive and the theaters are already converting to video projectors.
Next up: streaming?
Dirk [to Amber who is making a “documentary” on him]: I think that’s…that’s…part of my reason for doing this, you know. I’ve gotten thousands upon thousands of letters, you know, from people telling me…“God, you’ve taught me this… and you’ve made our love life so much better.” And this isn’t go out and have sex with million people and how to get a girl off. It’s about how to get your wife off. If only people could have been doing this before we could have saved a million relationships. I’ve saved thousands.
A new thread?
Dirk [to Amber]: What can you expect when you’re on top? You know? It’s like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it’s history repeating itself all over again.
So, historically, who is on top here?
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Re: Quote of the day
Ludwig Wittgenstein
The aspect of things that are most important to us are hidden because of their familiarity and simplicity.
It starts with a "d".
Roughly speaking: objects are colourless.
Especially around 3 in the morning.
“There are two godheads: the world and my independent I. I am either happy or unhappy, that is all. It can be said: good or evil do not exist. A man who is happy must have no fear. Not even in the face of death. Only a man who lives not in time but in the present is happy.”
More to point, however, is he happy now?
“If, for example, you were to think more deeply about death, then it would be truly strange if, in doing so, you did not encounter new images, new linguistic fields.
Let's run this by the Grim Reaper.
The sole remaining task for philosophy is the analysis of language.
Let's get started!
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
"A picture of what?" he asked.
The aspect of things that are most important to us are hidden because of their familiarity and simplicity.
It starts with a "d".
Roughly speaking: objects are colourless.
Especially around 3 in the morning.
“There are two godheads: the world and my independent I. I am either happy or unhappy, that is all. It can be said: good or evil do not exist. A man who is happy must have no fear. Not even in the face of death. Only a man who lives not in time but in the present is happy.”
More to point, however, is he happy now?
“If, for example, you were to think more deeply about death, then it would be truly strange if, in doing so, you did not encounter new images, new linguistic fields.
Let's run this by the Grim Reaper.
The sole remaining task for philosophy is the analysis of language.
Let's get started!
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
"A picture of what?" he asked.
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Re: Quote of the day
Boogie Nights
Amber [from her “documentary”]: “For Dirk Diggler the future is something to look forward to, not to fear. He is a creative man of many interests—film, poetry, karate, music, and dance. He is a man of passion and mystery. He is a man of lust.”
Next up: Mount Rushmore?
Dirk: Blocking an idea or a movement, you know. Jack will put the final touches together for what the camera needs for editing and stuff, but, um, you know, he allows me to block my own sex scenes, and, you know, give me the freedom to develop the character and stuff like that. God, I don't know any other, you know, director who would let an actor, you know, do that. You know?
Jack Horner: I don't allow him to block his own sex scenes.
Anyone ever block yours?
Jack: All right, she was 15 but you thought she was older. You didn’t do anything. She was just at your place. You didn’t do anything, right?
Colonel: Right. Nothing.
Jack: You didn’t do anything to her?
Colonel: Not a thing. You know me, Jack. I didn’t do a thing.
Jack: You didn’t do anything?
Colonel: I didn’t do anything. But they…they found something else…
Jack: What?
Colonel: Well… Jack, it’s just…it’s my fucking weakness. They’re so small and they’re so cute and they’re so adorable. I just can’t help it when…
Jack: Ah, Jesus.
Any fucking weaknesses you'd like to share?
Dirk: Look, man, all we need is the tapes, all right?
Record Producer: No, you don’t get the tapes until you’ve paid.
Dirk: In our situation, that doesn’t make any fucking sense.
Reed: Look, we can not pay for the tapes, unless we take the tapes to the record company, and get paid.
Dirk: Exactly!
Record Producer: That’s not an MP, that’s a YP, your problem. Come up with the money, or forget it.
Reed: Okay, now you’re talking above my head. I don’t know all of this industry jargon, YP, MP. All I know is that I can’t get a record contract, we cannot get a record contract unless we take those tapes to the record company. And granted, the tapes themselves are a uh um oh, you own them, all right, but the magic that is on those tapes. That fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don’t own that. Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company. And they’re waiting for us, we were supposed to be there a half hour ago. We look like assholes, man.
Dirk: Let me explain to him in simple arithmetic. One, two three! Because you don’t fuckin’ get it, Burt! You give us the tapes. We get the record contract. We come back and give you your fuckin’ money. Have you heard the tapes? Have you even heard them? We’re guaranteed a record deal. Our stuff is that good!
Record Producer: Now I get it. Now I understand. You want it to happen…but it’s not going to happen. Because it’s a Catch-22.
Dirk: What the fuck does that mean? What is a Catch-22, Burt?
Record Producer: Catch-22, gentleman. Think about it.
[pause]
Dirk [goes into karate man mode]: You know what I’m thinking about, man? I’m thinking about kicking some fuckin’ ass!
The magic? It’s shit.
Loan officer: Mr. Swope, we can’t help you.
Buck: I have all the papers, though. Everything’s in order, yes?
Loan officer: Yes, but we can’t give you a loan. I’m sorry.
Buck: Why? I don’t understand. Why can’t you give me the loan?
Loan Officer: Mr. Swope, you’re a pornographer. This financial institution cannot endorse pornography.
Buck: I’m not a pornographer. I’m an actor. Why are you doing this to me? I am an actor. I am an actor.
Technically?
Jack: You’ve got to make it a little more sexy. Don’t just ram it in there like that, this is not a hole in the wall pal, it’s Rollergirl.
Also, a drugstore cowgirl.
Dirk: I'm ready to shoot RIGHT NOW.
Dirk Diggler meet Joe.
Dirk: [practicing his lines in the mirror] I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo?
Dirk: [he stands, unzips his pants and pulls out his penis] I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right.
[he rezips his pants]
It's fake, of course.
Amber [from her “documentary”]: “For Dirk Diggler the future is something to look forward to, not to fear. He is a creative man of many interests—film, poetry, karate, music, and dance. He is a man of passion and mystery. He is a man of lust.”
Next up: Mount Rushmore?
Dirk: Blocking an idea or a movement, you know. Jack will put the final touches together for what the camera needs for editing and stuff, but, um, you know, he allows me to block my own sex scenes, and, you know, give me the freedom to develop the character and stuff like that. God, I don't know any other, you know, director who would let an actor, you know, do that. You know?
Jack Horner: I don't allow him to block his own sex scenes.
Anyone ever block yours?
Jack: All right, she was 15 but you thought she was older. You didn’t do anything. She was just at your place. You didn’t do anything, right?
Colonel: Right. Nothing.
Jack: You didn’t do anything to her?
Colonel: Not a thing. You know me, Jack. I didn’t do a thing.
Jack: You didn’t do anything?
Colonel: I didn’t do anything. But they…they found something else…
Jack: What?
Colonel: Well… Jack, it’s just…it’s my fucking weakness. They’re so small and they’re so cute and they’re so adorable. I just can’t help it when…
Jack: Ah, Jesus.
Any fucking weaknesses you'd like to share?
Dirk: Look, man, all we need is the tapes, all right?
Record Producer: No, you don’t get the tapes until you’ve paid.
Dirk: In our situation, that doesn’t make any fucking sense.
Reed: Look, we can not pay for the tapes, unless we take the tapes to the record company, and get paid.
Dirk: Exactly!
Record Producer: That’s not an MP, that’s a YP, your problem. Come up with the money, or forget it.
Reed: Okay, now you’re talking above my head. I don’t know all of this industry jargon, YP, MP. All I know is that I can’t get a record contract, we cannot get a record contract unless we take those tapes to the record company. And granted, the tapes themselves are a uh um oh, you own them, all right, but the magic that is on those tapes. That fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don’t own that. Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company. And they’re waiting for us, we were supposed to be there a half hour ago. We look like assholes, man.
Dirk: Let me explain to him in simple arithmetic. One, two three! Because you don’t fuckin’ get it, Burt! You give us the tapes. We get the record contract. We come back and give you your fuckin’ money. Have you heard the tapes? Have you even heard them? We’re guaranteed a record deal. Our stuff is that good!
Record Producer: Now I get it. Now I understand. You want it to happen…but it’s not going to happen. Because it’s a Catch-22.
Dirk: What the fuck does that mean? What is a Catch-22, Burt?
Record Producer: Catch-22, gentleman. Think about it.
[pause]
Dirk [goes into karate man mode]: You know what I’m thinking about, man? I’m thinking about kicking some fuckin’ ass!
The magic? It’s shit.
Loan officer: Mr. Swope, we can’t help you.
Buck: I have all the papers, though. Everything’s in order, yes?
Loan officer: Yes, but we can’t give you a loan. I’m sorry.
Buck: Why? I don’t understand. Why can’t you give me the loan?
Loan Officer: Mr. Swope, you’re a pornographer. This financial institution cannot endorse pornography.
Buck: I’m not a pornographer. I’m an actor. Why are you doing this to me? I am an actor. I am an actor.
Technically?
Jack: You’ve got to make it a little more sexy. Don’t just ram it in there like that, this is not a hole in the wall pal, it’s Rollergirl.
Also, a drugstore cowgirl.
Dirk: I'm ready to shoot RIGHT NOW.
Dirk Diggler meet Joe.
Dirk: [practicing his lines in the mirror] I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo?
Dirk: [he stands, unzips his pants and pulls out his penis] I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right.
[he rezips his pants]
It's fake, of course.
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Re: Quote of the day
Science
“I would request that my body in death be buried not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna during my lifetime.” Neil deGrasse Tyson
Gag me with a spoon?
“There are in fact two things, science and opinion; the former begets knowledge, the latter ignorance.” Hippocrates
Actually, more often than not, the latter begets objectivism.
“Isn’t that what it means to be a scientist? To push the boundaries of the unknown? To bravely, actively explore the enormity of our universe ?” Robyn Mundell, Brainwalker
Uh, technically?
“In the Universe it may be that primitive life is very common and intelligent life is fairly rare. Some would say it has yet to occur on Earth.” Stephen W. Hawking
New thread!!!
“I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me. I think I have no senses. I believe that body, shape, extension, motion, location are functions. What is there then that can be taken as true? Perhaps only this one thing, that nothing at all is certain.” Rene Descartes
I think, therefore he's wrong?
“You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing — that's what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.” Richard P. Feynman
Start here: https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4?si=LB_US9aqgni7-y_3
“I would request that my body in death be buried not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna during my lifetime.” Neil deGrasse Tyson
Gag me with a spoon?
“There are in fact two things, science and opinion; the former begets knowledge, the latter ignorance.” Hippocrates
Actually, more often than not, the latter begets objectivism.
“Isn’t that what it means to be a scientist? To push the boundaries of the unknown? To bravely, actively explore the enormity of our universe ?” Robyn Mundell, Brainwalker
Uh, technically?
“In the Universe it may be that primitive life is very common and intelligent life is fairly rare. Some would say it has yet to occur on Earth.” Stephen W. Hawking
New thread!!!
“I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me. I think I have no senses. I believe that body, shape, extension, motion, location are functions. What is there then that can be taken as true? Perhaps only this one thing, that nothing at all is certain.” Rene Descartes
I think, therefore he's wrong?
“You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing — that's what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.” Richard P. Feynman
Start here: https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4?si=LB_US9aqgni7-y_3
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Re: Quote of the day
Not exactly the way Dagney Taggert approached trains. He loved them for other reasons. But, for a time, sold them just the same. The “toy” kind. But then his employer [and only friend] dies and everything changes. It seems there’s a whole other train out there.
For whatever reason he is a loner. He just wants to be left alone. Tell that to Joe, though. Or Olivia [when she’s driving].
Joe’s what some would call friendly, but what I would call officious. Or “loud” as Olivia prefers. And Olivia has a lot of pain she is trying to come to grips with. With her perhaps he has met his match.
Somehow the three of them are able to form a…what exactly? Good question.
I don’t think in a million years I could really explain why I love this film so much.
Such were the budgetary constraints on this 20-day shoot, Patricia Clarkson’s modified trailer - a windowless contraption - had originally been used for transporting horses. IMDb
The Station Agent
Kid [laughing at Finbar as he walks down the sidewalk]: Hey, buddy, where’s Snow White? Grumpy, right?
And this isn't the Game of Thrones.
Lawyer: I brought you down here to discuss your inheritance. In his will, Henry bequeathed to you some property in Newfoundland, New Jersey. It’s about half an acre of land. And it’s got an old train depot on it.
I could live there.
Joe: Oh, hey, did you hear? Someone moved into the depot.
Olivia: Oh, that’s great.
Joe: Yeah. He’s an interesting guy. Actually, he’s a little guy.
Olivia: Shit…
Give her another chance?
Olivia: You don’t have a phone?
Finbar: No.
Olivia: I love that. I hate phones. I have two. Never answer either of them.
How many won't you answer?
Olivia [to Fin]: My son Sam died. Two years ago.
[pause]
Olivia: Would you mind not looking at me right now?
She'll tell you when.
Joe: Fin, let me ask you a question. Do they have clubs for you people?
Finbar: What do you mean?
Joe: You know, like a “train of the month” club.
I was thinking of something else myself.
Finbar: Well, there are people called train chasers. They follow a train and they film it.
Olivia: Are you a train chaser?
Finbar: No.
Olivia: How come?
Finbar: I don’t know how to drive a car. And I don’t own a camera.
Olivia: That’d do it.
Next up: chasing buses.
Finbar: You said you weren’t going to talk to me if I sat here, Joe.
Joe: I haven’t said anything in like twenty minutes.
[Fin checks his pocket watch]
Finbar: Nine.
Joe: You timed me?
Finbar: Mm-hmm.
Joe: That’s cold, bro.
How long would you have given him?
Olivia: Have you ever been in love, Fin?
Finbar: Yeah.
Olivia: What happened?
Finbar: I was young…and, uh…really angry.
Olivia: About what?
Finbar: Um…Being a dwarf. You know, it’s, uh…It’s really funny how different people see me and treat me. Because I’m actually just a very simple, boring person.
He means being a little person, of course.
Though, sure, he can call himself whatever he wants.
Joe: Hey, man, let me ask you a personal question. You’ve had sex before, right?
Finbar: Yes.
Joe: With a regular sized chick?
Finbar: With a regular sized chick.
Joe: You ever had it with someone your own size?
Finbar: No.
Joe: Do you wanna?
Finbar: I really don’t want to talk about this, Joe.
Like that will stop him.
Finbar: Are you okay?
Olivia: I don’t want you here, Fin. Go away.
Finbar: Please, Olivia, just…
Olivia: Look…I’m not your fucking girlfriend or your mother, all right?
Finbar: I know that. Are you all right?
Olivia: You’re not a child! Get off the fucking porch, and leave me alone!
Does she mean it?
Joe: It’s the librarian fantasy, man. Glasses off, hair down, books flying.
Finbar: She doesn’t wear glasses.
Olivia: Well, buy her some.
So, did they all live happily ever after?
For whatever reason he is a loner. He just wants to be left alone. Tell that to Joe, though. Or Olivia [when she’s driving].
Joe’s what some would call friendly, but what I would call officious. Or “loud” as Olivia prefers. And Olivia has a lot of pain she is trying to come to grips with. With her perhaps he has met his match.
Somehow the three of them are able to form a…what exactly? Good question.
I don’t think in a million years I could really explain why I love this film so much.
Such were the budgetary constraints on this 20-day shoot, Patricia Clarkson’s modified trailer - a windowless contraption - had originally been used for transporting horses. IMDb
The Station Agent
Kid [laughing at Finbar as he walks down the sidewalk]: Hey, buddy, where’s Snow White? Grumpy, right?
And this isn't the Game of Thrones.
Lawyer: I brought you down here to discuss your inheritance. In his will, Henry bequeathed to you some property in Newfoundland, New Jersey. It’s about half an acre of land. And it’s got an old train depot on it.
I could live there.
Joe: Oh, hey, did you hear? Someone moved into the depot.
Olivia: Oh, that’s great.
Joe: Yeah. He’s an interesting guy. Actually, he’s a little guy.
Olivia: Shit…
Give her another chance?
Olivia: You don’t have a phone?
Finbar: No.
Olivia: I love that. I hate phones. I have two. Never answer either of them.
How many won't you answer?
Olivia [to Fin]: My son Sam died. Two years ago.
[pause]
Olivia: Would you mind not looking at me right now?
She'll tell you when.
Joe: Fin, let me ask you a question. Do they have clubs for you people?
Finbar: What do you mean?
Joe: You know, like a “train of the month” club.
I was thinking of something else myself.
Finbar: Well, there are people called train chasers. They follow a train and they film it.
Olivia: Are you a train chaser?
Finbar: No.
Olivia: How come?
Finbar: I don’t know how to drive a car. And I don’t own a camera.
Olivia: That’d do it.
Next up: chasing buses.
Finbar: You said you weren’t going to talk to me if I sat here, Joe.
Joe: I haven’t said anything in like twenty minutes.
[Fin checks his pocket watch]
Finbar: Nine.
Joe: You timed me?
Finbar: Mm-hmm.
Joe: That’s cold, bro.
How long would you have given him?
Olivia: Have you ever been in love, Fin?
Finbar: Yeah.
Olivia: What happened?
Finbar: I was young…and, uh…really angry.
Olivia: About what?
Finbar: Um…Being a dwarf. You know, it’s, uh…It’s really funny how different people see me and treat me. Because I’m actually just a very simple, boring person.
He means being a little person, of course.
Though, sure, he can call himself whatever he wants.
Joe: Hey, man, let me ask you a personal question. You’ve had sex before, right?
Finbar: Yes.
Joe: With a regular sized chick?
Finbar: With a regular sized chick.
Joe: You ever had it with someone your own size?
Finbar: No.
Joe: Do you wanna?
Finbar: I really don’t want to talk about this, Joe.
Like that will stop him.
Finbar: Are you okay?
Olivia: I don’t want you here, Fin. Go away.
Finbar: Please, Olivia, just…
Olivia: Look…I’m not your fucking girlfriend or your mother, all right?
Finbar: I know that. Are you all right?
Olivia: You’re not a child! Get off the fucking porch, and leave me alone!
Does she mean it?
Joe: It’s the librarian fantasy, man. Glasses off, hair down, books flying.
Finbar: She doesn’t wear glasses.
Olivia: Well, buy her some.
So, did they all live happily ever after?