lunes, 8 de octubre de 2007

Películas: Monólogos de cine

Estos son 3 de los mejores monólogos que ha dado el cine:

Trainspotting

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family,

Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars,

compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose

fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose

your friends.



Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece

suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY

and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on

that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows,

stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at

the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing

more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you

have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.







Pulp Fiction



There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17.

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the


inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he

who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through

the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and

the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with

great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and

destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my

vengeance upon you.







Blade Runner



I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off

the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the darkness at

Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in

rain.
Time to die.





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