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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2019 12:05:15 GMT
I have never done anything for anybody who couldn't do something for me. I string along an eager kid with promises I'll pay him money. I only keep him around because he looks up to me. Adam, if you're watching, don't be a publicist. You're too good for it. I lie in person and on the phone. I lie to my friends. I lie to newspapers and magazines who, who sell my lies to more and more people. I am just a part of a big cycle of lies, I should be fuckin' president. I wear all this Italian shit because underneath I still feel like the Bronx. I think I need these clothes and this watch. My two thousand dollar watch is a fake and so am I. I've neglected the things I should have valued most. I valued this shit. I take off my wedding ring to call Pam. Kelly, that's Pam. Don't blame her. I never told her I was married. And if I did she, she would have told me to go home. Kelly, looking at you now, I'm ashamed of myself. All right? I mean, I work so hard on this image, on Stu Shepherd, the asshole who refers to himself in the third person, that I only proved I should be alone. I have just been dressing up as something I'm not for so long, I'm so afraid no one will like what's underneath. But here I am, just flesh and blood and weakness, and uh and I love you so fucking much. And, um, I take off this ring because it only reminds me of how I've failed you, and I don't, don't want to give you up. I want to make things better, but it may not be my choice anymore. You deserve better.
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Post by themoviesinner on May 11, 2019 17:39:54 GMT
Since there are videos on Youtube I'll post them.
From Network (1976):
From JCVD (2008):
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Post by pacinoyes on May 11, 2019 18:03:37 GMT
Too easy?
My friend, Jefferson's an American saint because he wrote the words, "All men are created equal." Words he clearly didn't believe, since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He was a rich wine snob who was sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So yeah, he wrote some lovely words and aroused the rabble, and they went out and died for those words, while he sat back and drank his wine and f***ed his slave girl. This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community. Don't make me laugh. I'm living in America, and in America, you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business.
Now f***ing pay me.
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Post by Tommen_Saperstein on May 11, 2019 18:05:44 GMT
why
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Post by ibbi on May 11, 2019 19:12:16 GMT
And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway, and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car... right... fucking... now.
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Post by theycallmemrfish on May 11, 2019 19:42:35 GMT
And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway, and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car... right... fucking... now. It took me a solid 28 years to learn that this movie is actually rated R (I'd only ever seen it on network TV).
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Post by TerryMontana on May 11, 2019 19:43:23 GMT
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Post by pacinoyes on May 11, 2019 19:59:17 GMT
Most people pick another one from this film but I prefer this one and how it's written and played - it's like music really in how it peaks and descends and a lot of the actors that finished highest in our GOAT poll are particularly good at monologues......often they are guys with a theater background since in plays you get monologues a lot: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon... Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God's creature, right? God's special creature. I've warned him, Kevin. I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him around like a fucking game. Like a wind-up toy. Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner. Eddie Barzoon... Take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium. These people, it's no mystery where they come from.
You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god. Where can you go from there? As we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare—it's "buy futures", "sell futures", when there is no future.
We got a runaway train, boy. We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean, as they reach out toward their pristine cybernetic keyboards to tot up their fucking billable hours. And then it hits home. You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help. But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're God's special little creature. Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2019 20:15:12 GMT
I promised that I would tell you... why I never eat fish. When we all moved into my grandfather's house... it somehow fell to me to keep the old man's mind off of things. We would play casino over an old card table. He never let me win. One time he put one of those tiny model trains... into my hamburger. He was a practical joker. I broke my tooth on it. On Friday evenings we had fish at our house. Every Friday. Not on religious grounds, but because... Grandpa was a fish enthusiast. "Keeps ya from going blind," he would say. Even though the bones always got caught in his throat. My brother and I would sit next to one another... waiting for his terrible coughing to begin. Then one of us would be dispatched to the kitchen to get a heel of bread... to clear the bones. He'd gulp it down, and slowly his coughing would diminish. And then everything would be quiet again and we would go on with the meal... as though nothing had happened. One Friday... my parents went out... leaving my brother and I alone to serve ourselves and Grandfather. Mom left the fish warming on the stove. Breaded sole. The bread crumbs only helped to conceal the bones. When the inevitable coughing began... my brother and I just sat... and looked at each other... not moving. Grandfather's eyes got wide. His face became contorted and red... his arms flailing about. I raced to the kitchen and back with a heel of pumpernickel. Grandfather reached out for it convulsively. But... I... handed it to my brother instead. And he... back to me. Grandfatherpitched... Grandfather pitched... face forward onto the dining room table and then... back, knocking his chair over... pulling the tablecloth, silverware... mashed potatoes, fish... stewed tomatoes with peppers and onions... all of it on top of him. Heaped on the floor... behind the table he... Iooked like the remains... of some chaotic dinner party. My brother took the incriminating pumpernickel from my hand and... stuck it... into Grandpa's fingers. I think at that moment, my brother and I became accomplices forever. "Don't ever say a word about this," he said. "Just go to bed and pretend... that you're asleep." The next morning... my parents explained to me that... Grandpa had gone away on business... and had left me a very special kiss good-bye.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2019 20:46:39 GMT
Don't tailgate! Don't you ever tailgate! Do you know how much space is needed to stop a car traveling at 35 miles per hour? Six car lengths! Six fuckin' car lengths! That's a hundred and six fuckin' feet, mister! If I had to stop suddenly, you woulda hit me! I want you to get a fuckin' driver's manual, and I want you to study that motherfucker! And I want you to obey the the goddamn rules of the road! Fifty-fuckin' thousand people were killed on the highways last year 'cause of fuckin' assholes like you! Tell me you're gonna get a manual!
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Post by bob-coppola on May 12, 2019 3:32:57 GMT
It's not the best, but it's a very well-written, well-acted scene that's often forgotten by people. Nicole Kidman's monologue in Stoker, that is. She goes, in such a short span of time, from contemplative and vulnerable to enraged and pissed off to sad, commanding and guiding audiences with only her eyes and voice work.
"You know, I've often wondered why it is we have children in the first place. And the conclusion I've come to is... At some point in our lives we realize things are screwed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again. Wipe the slate clean. Start fresh. And then we have children. Little carbon copies we can turn to and say, "You will do what I could not. You will succeed where I have failed." Because we want someone to get it right this time. But not me... Personally speaking I can't wait to watch life tear you apart. India, who are you? You were supposed to love me, weren't you?"
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Post by pacinoyes on May 12, 2019 14:17:34 GMT
Not an uninterrupted monologue but it might as well be. Here's part of the text but watch the whole clip. What other actor would act the text like this - ACT the text - not merely read the lines - and the lines are written by one of the best writers ever (Harold Pinter). People who tell you that Jeremy Irons isn't a world class actor can right fnck off.
Look at how within this piece he finds multiple gradations of humor - from ribald to charming to blacker than black - far more than that even actually. How he finds someone complicit in his humor who may be complicit in something else....acting as a divine madness and then suddenly not humorous at all .........yet he is still laughing. That's how an actor builds a whole arc and things add up before your eyes but yet subconsciously too. There's a world of difference between a monologue played right and a monologue played be an actor inspiredly.
“JERRY: Look at the way you're looking at me. I can't wait for you. I'm bowled over, I'm totally knocked out, you dazzle me, you jewel, my jewel, I can't ever sleep again, no, listen, it's the truth, I won't walk, I'll be a cripple, I'll descend, I'll diminish, into total paralysis, my life is in your hands, that's what you're banishing me to, a state of catatonia, do you know the state of catatonia? do you? do you? the state of...where the reigning prince is the prince of emptiness, the prince of absence, the prince of desolation. I love you. EMMA: My husband is at the other side of that door. JERRY: Everyone knows. The world knows. It knows. But they'll never know, they'll never know, they're in a different world. I adore you. I'm madly in love with you. I can't believe that what anyone is at this moment saying has ever happened has ever happened. Nothing has ever happened. Nothing. Your eyes kill me. I'm lost. You're wonderful.”
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Post by TerryMontana on May 12, 2019 15:31:44 GMT
I though somebody would have already posted this...
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Post by pacinoyes on May 13, 2019 18:12:05 GMT
The text shows within the clip. This is one of the great pieces of modern American screen acting by the best of his generation and beyond his own generation imo - an actor I routinely place on a par with the 70s greats - someone said yesterday I'm too hard on younger or more recent actors but I don't think that is true - and what Hoffman does here is something remarkable - in every version of this play prior the women's voice and the old Father's voice are mimicked so the story is funny, genial and good humored until the ending twist.
PSH however played this different from every version I saw and now everyone tries to play it like him - he does the voices of the story but not quite comically except when he first says "O'Rourke" which is just the set up - this is a revolution in acting in a little over 2 minutes.
He never blinks, he doesn't mock the woman by doing her voice like a little old lady or go too much on O'Rourke in a joking way, but merely to differentiate them - when he changes their tone it's to convey the text not to win the parish over by being ingratiating - he doesn't move his hands, at all (where often people onstage always acted out the pillow being cut), rather he enunciates the words with clarity, force, volume - the way he says "cut it open with a knife" is acted out by him but not by his hands, not physically since he is discussing words - it's a speech about speech - there is nothing to distract you from what he's saying and the tone, underlying meaning and the framework of the text.
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Post by stephen on May 13, 2019 18:19:23 GMT
"Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte - just delivered the bomb, the Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about half an hour - a tiger - thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like that you see in the calendar named 'The Battle of Waterloo.' And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin'. Sometimes the shark go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya, right into your eyes. Y'know, the thing about a shark, he's got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn't seem to be livin' until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then - aww, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin', the ocean turns red, and in spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and rip ya to pieces. You know, by the end of that first dawn, we lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don't know how many men. They averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later, a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know, that was the time I was most frightened - waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb."
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2019 18:20:07 GMT
Prologue: Allow me to be frank at the commencement, you will not like me! the gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement, I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or and opinion it is bone hard medical fact,. I put it round you know and you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it, don't! it is a deal of trouble for you, and it you are far better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than it would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen, do not despair, I am up for that as well. Still your cheesy erections till I've had my say. And later when you shag and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you, and I will know if you have let me down. I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Or did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter out heads with at the shining, livelong moment? that is it, that is my prologue, nothing in rhyme no protestentations of modesty; you were not expecting that I hope. I am John Wilmot , second earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me!
epilogue: So here he lies, at the last, the deathbed covert,, the pious debauchee. Could not dance half a measure could i? You give me wine and I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world. You show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms There I go shuffling from the world. My dribble fresh upon the bible. I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing. Well, do you like me now?, do you like me now?, do you like me.. now?
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Post by Johnny_Hellzapoppin on May 13, 2019 18:27:14 GMT
"Look Marge, you don't know what it's like. I'm the one out there every day putting his ass on the line. And I'm not out of order! You're out of order. The whole freaking system is out of order. You want the truth? You want the truth?! You can't handle the truth! 'Cause when you reach over and put your hand into a pile of goo that was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do! Forget it, Marge, it's Chinatown,"
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2019 18:40:48 GMT
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2019 19:32:50 GMT
David 'High School' Flannigan: I blame people. I've been blaming people so much. And I've been hurting people. That sucks. They're the people that cared about me mostly I guess but I didn't... you know... I thought... No, I think, I think I don't deserve them caring about me 'cause I don't like me very much. But hey, it's time! If not for me then for the people that didn't stop loving me.
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Post by DeepArcher on May 13, 2019 20:02:43 GMT
"Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen."
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Post by MsMovieStar on May 13, 2019 20:40:53 GMT
Oh honey, I often do this one for auditions. I play both parts...
Katherine.
Katherine who?
She's my daughter.
<slap> I said I want the truth.
She's my sister.
<slap>
She's my daughter.
<slap>
My sister, my daughter.
<slap, slap>I said I want the truth!
She's my sister and my daughter!
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Post by Martin Stett on May 13, 2019 22:52:43 GMT
"Peter, thank you. Thank you, that may be true. But over the last six months, a hundred and ten thousand gallons of fuel have been stolen from me and my family. Now, the reason we asked Bill to get you all here is because the people at this table are the only people within two hundred miles of here that have the ability to purchase and store that kind of quantity. So, no matter what bullshit you've been telling each other, one of you - or two, or three - have been allowing this to happen, by buying it from these cowards or worse yet hiring them to do it. So what I'm saying is... stop. Now. Have some pride in what you do. And stop."
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Post by Mattsby on May 14, 2019 1:35:56 GMT
Not "powerful" but I'm obsessed with the little monologues in Minnie and Moskowitz; the Timothy Carey scene in the beginning and this one......
Zelmo Swift: You know, I don't go out much. Did you know that? I'm actually scared of women. You must be frightened of men too, huh? I don't know what to say to them, to women. I say, "Hello! Hello, how are you?" I say anything I can think of, but I don't say anything, not really. I'm a loner, I'm always alone. My interests are in Keats, Shelley, Swinburne, Shakespeare, Marlowe, Wordsworth... Opera, poetry, music... Did you know I was reading since I was twelve years old? I wear glasses now, I read so much.
Minnie Moore: That's funny, I... I would've sworn you're a businessman.
Zelmo Swift: Nah, I hate business. I hate it! It's funny because I'm a rich man. But I hate makin' money. I don't know what to do with it! I wake up in the morning, I say, "Zelmo, oh Zelmo! What are you gonna do with all your money?" What can I do with all my money? I don't know. I give it to charity, I give to friends. I buy a big house. I take vacations. From what? I don't know! But I go on, I go on! I'm not married anymore. I was married to a... Actually, she was a very rare woman. We didn't have any children so it didn't last long. I mean... I made a big mistake on our wedding night, you know. Personal stuff. Look at your hands, they're so delicate. Minnie, you know what my trouble is? You know what my trouble is? I got hair down my back and on my chest and down my arms, but not on my legs! My legs are very smooth!
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Post by TheAlwaysClassy on May 16, 2019 23:15:35 GMT
I'll just post the video.
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Post by fiosnasiob on May 17, 2019 1:20:57 GMT
Just because that movie crossed to my mind today after seeing that girl with the same haircut I feel physically, that's what's different. I mean, I feel. My body feels. I enjoy making love with him. Which is a very baffling and bewildering thing, because I've never felt that before. I wish that I could let things happen and enjoy it, you know for what it is and while it lasts and relax about it. But all the time, I keep feeling the need to destroy it. To break it off. To go back to the comfort of being numb again. I keep hoping, in a way, that it's going to end. Because I had more control before, when I was with tricks. I knew what I was doing and I was setting everything up. And that's what's so strange: It's that I'm not setting anything up. That something is. You know what this is like, but I've never felt it before. It's a new thing and it's so strange. The sensation that something that is flowing from me naturally to somebody else without it's being prettied up or...I mean, he's seen me horrible! He's seen me ugly! He's seen me mean. He's seen me whorey and it doesn't seem to matter. He seems to accept me. I guess having sex with somebody and feeling those sort of feelings towards them is very new to me. I wish that I didn't keep wanting to destroy it.
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