"Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours."

jueves, marzo 20, 2008

No Country For Old Men

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-How much?
-Sixty-nine cent.
-This. And the gas.
- Y'all gettin' any rain up your way?
-What way would that be?
-I seen you was from Dallas.
-What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?
-I didn't mean nothin' by it.
-Didn't mean nothin'.
-I was just passin' the time.
-Just passin' the time.
-Well sir I apologize. If you don't wanna accept that I don't know what else to do for you. Will there be something else?
-I don't know. Will there?
-Is somethin' wrong?
-With what?
-With anything?
-Is that what you're asking me? Is there something wrong with anything?
-Will there be anything else?
-You already asked me that.
-Well... I need to see about closin'.
-See about closing.
-Yessir.
-What time do you close?
-Now. We close now.
-Now is not a time. What time do you close?



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1 comentario:

Luis Fanlo dijo...

Una película impresionante que me hizo acordar en un punto al primer Terminator, pero en ese caso como era un robot nos quedabamos tranquilos, sin pensar que era una creación de máquinas creadas por humanos. En este caso no es un robot, es un humano, que actúa como una implacable máquina de matar. Y digo, también un producto humano porque no salió de la nada. En este caso es un humano, no un robot, pero el código es el mismo. Lo de la moneda es lo que le queda de humano, y la codicia. La interpretación de Barden es excepcional y nos deja sin aliento. "Humano, demasiado humano" diría Nietszche.

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