filme - 3

INT. MANHATTAN APARTMENT - DAY


The GROUP sit in a circle, listen as a BUSINESSMAN, near tears, gives his testimony.

BUSINESSMAN
...I mean you'd think with two mortgages out, repo guys staking out my car, my job on the line and my wife threatening to leave, you'd think I'd have the goddamn brains to stop, instead of staying in the chase, doubling down, which of course is what I did... I know I'm sick because I keep thinking if I just pulled that game out then I got a lock on the parlay and I'm flush going into Monday night and--

(breaking down, unable to continue)

MEMBER #1
... It's a disease, Leon.

MEMBER #2
Admitting you have a problem is the first step.

BUSINESSMAN/LEON
Then I guess I'm doing pretty good because I got one big fucking problem.
Someone claps. Everyone joins in. LEON smiles. Warm beat.
WALTER suddenly stands. BRANDON watches, concerned.

WALTER
My name's Walter. I'm new to the group.

(various "hellos")

Hi. I've been going to meetings like this for 18 years. Once a week, every Friday night, for 18 years. This, my friends, is my 936th consecutive meeting.

(enthusiastic applause)

Thank you. Thanks. And my hand to God, I haven't been to a track, casino or bet a game that whole time. Not a cent.

(murmurs of approval)

I've listened to thousands of sob stories by people like Leon here, and I gotta say, Leon -- if I learned one thing it's that gambling is not your problem.

LEON
It's not?

WALTER
Not even close. You're a lemon. Like a bad car, there's something inherently defective in you. And you. And me! All of us here -- we're lemons! Big, juicy, acidic, ice-tea flavoring lemons!
We look like everyone else but we're defective because when most people make a bet they want to win, while we, the degenerate gamblers of the world, we're subconsciously playing to lose.
All humans like going to the edge of the abyss, but what makes us different is we go all the way and hurl ourselves off into the void! And we like doing it so much we do it time after time after time! Me? I always felt most alive when they were raking away the chips, and every one here knows what I'm talking about.
People like us, even when we win, it's just a matter of time before we give it all back. But when we lose, and I mean the kind of loss that makes your asshole pucker to the size of a decimal point, there's a moment when you're standing there and you've just recreated the worst possible nightmare this side of malignant cancer for the 20th goddamn time and you suddenly realize -- hey, I'm still here, I'm still breathing, I'm still alive! In order to really live you have to be aware of your own mortality -- and a losing bet of a certain size is one of the best ways


WALTER CON'D
I know of getting that feeling. When you win, you defy death, but when you lose, you survive it, and that's remarkable!

Us lemons, we fuck shit up on purpose! We need to constantly remind ourselves that we're alive! Gambling's not the problem, Leon, your fucked up need to feel something, to convince yourself you exist, to test what's really real, that's the problem!

Prague, Czech Republic, 31 May, 2003 - its a few minutes before 10 a.m. and there are more than 3000 people jostling on a remote parking place. Many of them are clutching plastic bags in their hands; some of them are armed with trolley bags. Assistants are handing out plastic cups and the moderator on the illuminated stage urges the people to have a drink from the near-by water tankers. The "hyper-anthem" of CZECH DREAM rings out once again from the speakers: "Try to see as a child, many things will seem wild..." Suddenly the managers of the hypermarket rush out on the stage, greet their customers and briskly cut the glittering ribbon. The escort remove the metal barriers and the crowd starts moving. They still have 300 metres to reach the hypermarket. People start running... A moment later, the fastest of them are struck dumb: the hypermarket that they have reached is nothing but a huge film decoration... Documentary hyper-comedy CZECH DREAM is a feature film about a hypermarket that has never existed.

CZECH DREAM documents the largest consumer hoax the Czech Republic has ever seen. Filip Remunda and Vit Klusak, two of Eastern Europe's most promising young documentary filmmakers, set out to explore the psychological and manipulative powers of consumerism by creating an ad campaign for something that didn't exist.

CZECH DREAM - the Hypermarket for a better life!

The campaign (designed by a renowned advertising agency) involved television and radio spots, 400 illuminated billboards, 200,000 flyers promoting CZECH DREAM brand products, an advertising song, a website, and advertisements in newspapers and magazines.

For two weeks, the streets of Prague were saturated with advertising for the fake hypermarket. The ads proclaimed: Don't Go, Don't Rush, Don't Spend drawing over 4,000 people to turn up on the 'opening day'. On the 31 May 2003, they arrived at a green field where, instead of a hypermarket, they found just the dream hypermarket's façade (10m high and 100m wide).

CZECH DREAM is a funny and provocative look at the effects of rampant consumerism on a post-communist society. CZECH DREAM has also caused some controversy, provoking extreme reactions in the Czech people and media and even being discussed in Czech Parliament.

With the recent entry of the Czech Republic and other Eastern European countries to the EU, and, with people's changing attitudes to consumerism and globalisation, it is equally relevant to capitalist societies all over the world.

She's the one who likes having her toes sucked.
Just some advice...make it easy on yourself. Do not take her dancing first, okay?
-Thanks.
-We got to watch each other's backs.
Who are you dragging around tonight?
Her.


What, we're not getting a room?

What makes a man do what you do?
I think of our mission as a way of giving joy to others, my darling.
Actually, I really need to know the truth.
Well, that's simple... fucking is the last resort for a man who feels impotent.

Thank you.
Good night.

Gus takes a long, drunken look at him.

GUS
You... fucked her! Goddamn dumb sonofabitch... You fucked her!
Goddamn, you are one dumb sonofabitch --

NICK
(trying to quiet him)
I'm not gonna get AIDS, pop --don't worry about it. I always use a rubber.

GUS
(loud)
I don't give a... flyin'... chili-bean... fart about AIDS!

NICK
(grins; quietly)
You oughta use a rubber, pop. You really should.

GUS
(loud)
What in the hell for? You think I'm gettin' any at my age?
I don't like blue-haired women. I don't like 'em.

NICK
(straight)
You don't like punk rockers?

GUS
(loud)
Say what?

INT. A DINER - NIGHT

Gus is eating chili, drinking coffee. Hick keeps pouring him more coffee.

NICK
(grins)
You feeling better?

GUS
(loud)
I feel fine!

Nick pours him more coffee; Gus guzzles it.

GUS
(loud)
How could you fuck her?

(1997, sus, imaginile nu imi apartzin, sunt luate de pe un site - nu cel indicat, unul "afiliat")


(2000, jos, calitatea textului scris dedesuptul imaginilor ma face sa regret ca nu am dat crop)

sa zicem ca domnisoarei o sa ii spunem in textul care chiar nu era necesar ca si adaugire la aceste poze mama. ii zicem mama pentru ca de obicei aia care au o problema cu mamele sau lipsa lor prefera tipele care pot sa ii alapteze.

cine le-a ascultat ultimul album stie deja ca absintul dauneaza grav parazitilor.

despre o melodie si un film. ombladon, parca, a vazut filmul requiem for a dream si si-a tras si el versuri pe album la final de film (THE END). suna cam asa: "reqviem pentru o pla/mai exact m()ie cu droguri/sunt timidul vietzii tale/de ce inghitzi cu noduri?"

ce s-a intamplat in film ..

"You know what I like about paddy chicks?
They give good head. (Chuckles ) Black broads know nothin' about head.
I don't know why. Maybe it's to do with some ancient tribal custom.
....
Oh, I know it's pretty, baby, but I didn't take it out for air."

cum ajunge tipa sa ? pai .. explicatia e simpla .. nevoia de putzin praf..
avea nevoie de niste faina pentru o prajurica.

Reqviem for a dream a fost filmul dupa care un prieten mi-a explicat exact ce si cum se face cu drogurile. Stiu ca a fost o lectura foarte interesanta timp de vreo ora. Mi-a explicat de ce in film un tip isi facuse rana in mana de la injectii prost facute. Superb. Iti lasa gura apa.

filmul este la fel de "tehnic" ca si altele. Ce imi place mie este ca filmele despre droguri si drogatzi ies din prima fara nici un defect. Toate filmele despre FBI, dragoste, munte contzin atatea exagerari ca se vede clar unde a existat consultant extern si unde regizorul/scenaristul a folosit experientza proprie.


===== drepturi de autor
m()ie - imi place cum arata.. aproape ca potzi sa il intorci ca pe un similey si sa il dai cu ruj.