२२ ऑक्टोबर, २००९

"Yeah, I also don't like having the idea of 'the void' thrust upon me while I'm driving."

"I'm afraid of that phantom crazy impulse to drive my car into the oncoming headlights."

१३ टिप्पण्या:

Dustin म्हणाले...

Christopher Walken is a fantastic actor... and dancer!

Woody isn't awful here, but he's barely acting.

Nice clip!

sonicfrog म्हणाले...

They're kind of the 70's version of the Beatniks!

traditionalguy म्हणाले...

So what should the American troops driving down roads to nowhere in Afghan valley feel while they are being blown up every day or so by sophisticated Iranian made IEDs planted by teenage jihadists with nothing else to do. Meanwhile the President sees no reason for their being there anyway. Elections have deadly consequences.

अनामित म्हणाले...

Boris: Something's missing.
Doctor: What?
Boris: I don't know, I feel a void at the center of my being.
Doctor: What kind of void?
Boris: Well... an empty void.
Doctor: An empty void?
Boris: Yes. I felt a full void about a month ago but it was just something I ate. -- Love and Death

Bissage म्हणाले...

(1) Later on, in “Pulp Fiction,” Christopher Walken would give us all the best possible illustration of how a single prized possession can fill the void in each and every one of us.

(2) If those two bumper stickers were on the same car, then it was a standard beer-drinking joke and not at all anti-consumerist. Just saying.

Peter Hoh म्हणाले...

Who knew that Walken could speak so quickly?

अनामित म्हणाले...

I smell an NTSC/PAL speedup here ...

john म्हणाले...

Is it true that most of the murderers on death row are named Dwayne (or variants)?

john म्हणाले...

I meant Wayne.

TMink म्हणाले...

More cowbell.

Trey

अनामित म्हणाले...

I think we're all due back on the planet earth here.

Phil 314 म्हणाले...

Love the scene but (as already alluded to above) I now watch it and think Walken will finish his monologue with the statement and the only prescription for this feeling is more cowbell!

अनामित म्हणाले...

It's "The Imp of the Perverse" by Edgar Allen Poe.