Saturday, March 12, 2011
Midnight Movie/My Apartment @12:17 am
Union Square
I thought tonight we’d pop over to Union Square Park, get a couple shots and watch the MAD Friday night midnight movie. I’m still fine-tuning things here at MAD and I’ve decided to add a littel twist to it. When I tried to do the movie “After Hours,” I found I was taking too many shots and it would’ve taken forever to put up. Plus that many shots on one post really slows the page-loading process down. So from here on in, I’m going to try and show a movie using just ten key frames from the movie to tell the tale of the film. It’ll either work or it won’t, but most importantly, to quote Cool Hand Luke: “It’ll be something to do.” Okay, let’s check out the park and then start the movie. Oh, and speaking of the movie, it’s one of my favorites, “Reservoir Dogs.”
And here we go. Goddamn, it's still chilly out here. I can't wait for it to warm up.
Deja...
Vu.
Bravo!
Here's my corner. You know what? It's cold out here, we'll go to the park another time, I'm going home and starting the movie.
Shit, the only subtitles available are in Spanish. Oh bien, that's qué consigo para comprar esto de un vendedor ambulante. Hora para usted toda de ir a sus traductores en línea para el resto de la película.
Oh, y yo sepa there' s 12 enmarca aquí, pero el marco y la conclusión del título enmarcan don' cuenta de t. Buonas noches todos y le ve mañana después de obscuridad.
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What I love about Reservoir Dogs is that it’s a dialogue-driven movie, much like the first MAD movie, Glengarry Glen Ross. Here’s some of my favorite lines.
So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard.
Of course not, you'd keep me for yourself, you sick bastard. Four years of fuckin' punks up the ass you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see one.
Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
You don't need proof when you have instinct.
If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.
I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop.
If you shoot this man, you die next. Repeat. If you shoot this man, you die next.
But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds.
What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
I'd go over twelve percent for that.
All right ramblers, let's get rambling!
Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!
Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?
I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan aren't ya?
Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but I think the last fucking thing you need is another cup of coffee.
Cough up a buck you cheap bastard.
Where's the commode in this dungeon? I gotta take a squirt.
How about a little fire, Scarecrow?
Why am I Mr. Pink?
Because you're a faggot, alright?
Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? Fucking Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap... I don't know what - comin' out of my right.
Yeah, "Mr. Pink" sounds like "Mr. Pussy". Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me. I'm Mr. Purple.
You're not Mr. Purple. Somebody from another job's Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
Staying here's goofy. We gotta book up.
Let’s get to work.
Further reading: Movie Mistakes, NY Times review, Reservoir Bunnies and Drew’s Script-O-Rama.
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