Dialogue pura filmi hain

Monday, March 22, 2010

I was tagged by The Adlibber. The original purpose of this tag was to select some of my favorite film quotes and enter the selection for some dumb contest for winning a free copy of some dumber book written by a dumberer man. Since I refuse to associate myself with such atrocities, I will just restrict myself to enlisting my favourite quotes. Which in itself is a particularly tough job. Especially with all the Tarantinos and Lumets and Allens writing films. And also with the other Marx coming up with the best one liners ever with every passing breath. But I will still give it a try.

So, here we go...

1) Don Lope de Aguirre : I, the wrath of God, will marry my own daughter and with her I'll found the purest dynasty the earth has ever seen. I am the wrath of God. Who else is with me? (Aguirre, der zorn Gottes. Which was originally shot in English and then dubbed in German)

2) Travis Bickle: Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man. (Taxi Driver)

3) Blondie: You see in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig. (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly)

4) Professor Wagstaff: Whatever it is, I'm against it. (Horse feathers)

5) Rick Blaine: We'll always have Paris. (Casablanca)

6) Lt. Aldo Raine: Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y'all will git me one hundred Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred dead Nazis. Or you will die tryin'. (Inglourious Basterds)

7) Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? (Dirty Harry)

8) Allan : That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollack, isn't it?
Museum girl: Yes, it is.
Allan: What does it say to you?
Museum girl: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
Allan: What are you doing Saturday night?
Museum girl: Committing suicide.
Allan: What about Friday night?
(Play it again, Sam)

9) Terry Malloy: You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am. (On the waterfront)

10) Cody Jarrett: Made it 'Ma, top of the world! (White heat)

11) The Joker: Why, SO serious? (The Dark Knight)

12) Dr.Hannibal Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. (Silence of the lambs)

13) President Muffley: Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room! (Dr.Strangelove or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb)

14) James Bond: The name's Bond, James Bond.

15) The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby! (Terminator II: Judgment day)

P.S: Anyone reading please feel free to tag yourselves. And let me know so that I can go read and make snooty remarks.

Ode to a city.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Part III. The City of lost souls.

The city never belonged to us. Nor to anyone else. Ever. But we still hung on, didn't we?

There were children playing on the streets, there were men and women making love on the fields, there was love in every breath of the city. The guitarist played a sad tune, the visitor sniffed the moist air, the hobo sang of unfulfilled promises as every heart skipped a beat for love. Mon amor, this was a city of love, a city where everyone fell in love, a city everyone fell in love with. But then, as the cars hissed by, so did sordid moments. And then suddenly, we were left with gin and tonic. But why, but why my love did it have to go wrong every time? Just where did we go wrong?

Aeons ago, we were still humans. We were still lovers walking around this same city, my love. We dreamt of moonlit nights and dancing around bright fires. The rooftops of all the buildings seduced us like centerfolds, the dark nooks kept lovely surprises hidden. We shared smokes, we raised our wine glasses and our moist lips spoke of beautiful futures. We forgot we had suffered. We forgot the city eluded us in the past. And we forgot that what is future but reliving the past once again. Just as we made love in the heart of the city, the roads were flooded once again. The city swept us apart like leaves in a storm. But why? We had still not learnt, had we?

For what is it to love you without loving this city first? What is it to sing of you without writing the hymns for her? We all did embrace her. The city is but our first love. The window sills beckoned us, the solitary streetlamp lulled us into deep slumber. We looked for rest into her gardens, we found life in her labyrinthine alleys. The city made us humans, the city always gave birth to us. Just like a messiah she always showed us the ways of love. And yet when we learnt to love her, we held to her close. Just as we did to each other. Smelling one another's pheromones, we slept in tight embraces. The one thing we didn't know, the one thing that mattered most. That when we loved, the only thing left was to give up. Why didn't you let go my love, why didn't I? Of each other, of the city?

And the city never belonged to us. Nor to anyone else. Ever. Neither did we belong together. It is but a city of lost souls. And we my love, walked it together.