Monday, May 28, 2007

Movie Monologue #1

Ever wondered why movies make you laugh? Cry? Rile you up? Provoke thought & reflection? Look around you the next time you stick your hands into pop-corn. Notice the muted whispers that compete against silence. The enveloping dark as the screen unfolds. You’ll realize how you choose for your mind to block out, to not need or want to process the peeving sights or sounds outside of the moment. Your thoughts and senses are so focused and tuned into that giant screen and that ass-kicking THX audio system that your mind makes you believe that you ARE in the movie. (See? Note the relationship between your senses and the environment :) ) How we can engage and listen so easily and readily when our senses are placated by order.

So indulge me while I borrow and pay tribute to genius by documenting those epic episodes that have jolted my emotional reserves and inspired me to think outside of my daily existence. A salutation of sorts, for granting me the confidence and respect for my fellow man who have cleverly transposed thought to paper, and to remarkable speech and gesture from another. If greed and ambition are driving Hollywood, then by golly let the powers that be continue stoking the ambers of lust for as long as the sun shines.

Here’s hoping that these monologues will never see their final curtains.

Reservoir Dogs
Mr. Brown (Quentin Tarantino)

"Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's 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. Like a Virgin's not about some sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what True Blue's about. Granted, no argument about that. Ok. Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooz who's a regular fuck machine. I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon . . . dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This cat is like Charles Bronson in the great escape. He's digging tunnels. She's getting this serious dick action and feeling something she ain't felt since forever . . . pain. Pain. It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her. Her pussy should be bubbleyum by now, but when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it was like to be a virgin. Hence . . . Like a Virgin."

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