XII: Películas: Before Sunrise.

Celine: Would you read it to us.
The Poet: Sure, Ok:
daydream delusion
limousine eyelash
oh baby with your pretty face
drop a tear in my wine glass
look at those big eyes on your face
see what you mean to me
sweet cakes and milk shakes
I’m a delusion angel
I’m a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
don’t want you to guess anymore
you have no idea where I came from
we have no idea where we’re going
lodged in life like two branches in a river
caught in the current
flowing downstream
I’ll carry you    
you carry me
that’s how it could be
don’t you know me
don’t you know me by now…



Before Sunrise. Director: Richard Linklater.

XI: Películas: Bande à Part.

Mounsier Segalot: Los imperios se desmoronan, las repúblicas se fundan, pero los locos continúan.
Franz: Bravo, Mounsier Segalot, ¡Eso es lucidez!
Narrador: Ahora es tiempo para abrir un segundo paréntesis, para describir los sentimientos de nuestros personajes. (...) Arthur sigue mirándose los pies, pero su mente está en la boca de Odile y sus románticos besos. (...) Odile se pregunta si los chicos notan sus pechos moviéndose bajo su suéter.(...) Franz piensa en todo y en nada. Se pregunta si el mundo se están convirtiendo en un sueño o el sueño, en el mundo.

Bande à Part. Director: Jean-Luc Godard.

X: Películas: Monty Python's Life of Brian.

[Brian is writing graffiti on the palace wall. The Centurion catches him in the act]
Centurion: What's this, then? "Romanes eunt domus"? People called Romanes, they go, the house?
Brian: It says, "Romans go home. "
Centurion: No it doesn't ! What's the latin for "Roman"? Come on, come on !
Brian: Er, "Romanus" !
Centurion: Vocative plural of "Romanus" is?
Brian: Er, er, "Romani" !
Centurion: [Writes "Romani" over Brian's graffiti] "Eunt"? What is "eunt"? Conjugate the verb, "to go" !
Brian: Er, "Ire". Er, "eo", "is", "it", "imus", "itis", "eunt".
Centurion: So, "eunt" is...?
Brian: Third person plural present indicative, "they go".
Centurion: But, "Romans, go home" is an order. So you must use...?
[He twists Brian's ear]
Brian: Aaagh ! The imperative !
Centurion: Which is...?
Brian: Aaaagh ! Er, er, "i" !
Centurion: How many Romans?
Brian: Aaaaagh ! Plural, plural, er, "ite" !
Centurion: [Writes "ite"] "Domus"? Nominative? "Go home" is motion towards, isn't it?
Brian: Dative !
[the Centurion holds a sword to his throat]
Brian: Aaagh ! Not the dative, not the dative ! Er, er, accusative, "Domum" !
Centurion: But "Domus" takes the locative, which is...?
Brian: Er, "Domum" !
Centurion: [Writes "Domum"] Understand? Now, write it out a hundred times.
Brian: Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Hail Caesar, sir.
Centurion: Hail Caesar ! And if it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.

Monty Pyton's Life of Brian. Director: Terry Jones.

IX: Peliculas: Toy Story.

(o:33)
Caradepapa: Hey, mira Ham, soy Picasso.
Ham: No entiendo.
Caradepapa: Cerdo inculto. (...).




Toy Story. Director: John Lasseter.

VIII: Películas: Four Weddings and a Funeral.

Matthew: Gareth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiastic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Gareth was regarded by those who met him. Fat seems to have been a word people most connected with him. Terribly rude also rang a lot of bells. So very fat and very rude seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me and let me know that you loved him, which I know he would have been thrilled to hear. You remember his fabulous hospitality, his strange experimental cooking. The recipe for "Duck à la Banana" fortunately goes with him to his grave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkenness. But I hope joyful is how you will remember him. Not stuck in a box in a church. Pick your favourite of his waistcoats and remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out, and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I will remember him, what I thought of him. Unfortunately there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say: "Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bonel, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good."



Four Weddings and a Funeral. Director: Mike Newell.

VII: Películas: The Life Aquatic whit Steve Zissou.

(0:34)
Steve Zissou: Well, that was only part one. It´s a Cliffhanger. Now I´m gonna go hunt that shark, or whatever it is, and, hopefully, kill it. (Silencio, murmullo, pausa) I don´t know how yet. Maybe dynamite.
(continua la escena)
Traductor: You don´t know what it is?
Steve Zissou: No, I´ve never seen anything like it before.
(...)
Mujer del publico (Traducida por traductor): That´s an endangered species at most. What would be the scientific purpose of killing it?
(Silencio absoluto)
Steve Zissou: Revenge.

The Life Aquatic Whit Steve Zissou. Director: Wes Anderson.

VI: Películas: Apocalypse Now.

Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like victory. Someday this war's gonna end...

Apocalypse Now. Director: Francis Ford Coppola.

V: Películas: Annie Hall.

(1:54...)
Alvy Singer: [the man behind him in line is talking loudly] What I wouldn't give for a large sock with horse manure in it!
Alvy Singer: [to audience] Whaddya do when you get stuck in a movie line with a guy like this behind you?
Man in Theatre Line: Wait a minute, why can't I give my opinion? It's a free country!
Alvy Singer: He can give it... do you have to give it so loud? I mean, aren't you ashamed to pontificate like that? And the funny part of it is, Marshall McLuhan, you don't know anything about Marshall McLuhan!
Man in Theatre Line: Oh, really? Well, it just so happens I teach a class at Columbia called "TV, Media and Culture." So I think my insights into Mr. McLuhan, well, have a great deal of validity!
Alvy Singer: Oh, do ya? Well, that's funny, because I happen to have Mr. McLuhan right here, so, so, yeah, just let me...
[pulls McLuhan out from behind a nearby poster]
Alvy Singer: come over here for a second... tell him!
Marshall McLuhan: I heard what you were saying! You know nothing of my work! You mean my whole fallacy is wrong. How you got to teach a course in anything is totally amazing!
Alvy Singer: Boy, if life were only like this!

Annie Hall. Director: Woody Allen.

IV: Películas: Crimen Ferpecto.

(...)
Madre: Antes de que mates a tu madre de un disgusto, te meto en un reformatorio.
Lourdes: (A Rafael) A mi madre siempre se le olvida. La semana pasada tenía SIDA y nos perseguía con una jeringuilla para pincharnos a todos.
Nena: Es verdad. Pero nadie me cree. Tengo SIDA y estoy embarazada de tres meses; y no pienso abortar. Lo voy a tener, digais lo que digais.
Madre: ¿Y dónde vais a vivir con lo que gana un profesor? ¿En el gimnasio?
Lourdes: (A la madre) Venga mamá que no es para tanto. (A la nena) Tu comete los garbanzos.
Nena: Si me llevaís a un reformatorio, abro la llave de gas y saltamos todos por los aires.
(...)

Crimen Ferpecto. Director: Alex de la Iglesia.

III. Peliculas: Raides of the lost ark

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Raides of the lost ark. Director: Steven Spielberg.

II. Películas: High Fidelity

Top five things I miss about Laura.
One: sence of humor. Very dry, but it can also be warm and forgiving. And she´s got one of the best all-time laughs in te history of all-time laughs. She laughs with her entire body.
Two: She´s got character. Or al least she had character before the Ian nightmare. She´s loyal and honest and she donesn´t even take it out on people when she´s having a bad day. That´s character.
Three: I miss her smell and the way she tastes. It´s a mystery of human chemistry and I don´t understand it. Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home.
(Four:) I really dig how she walks around. It´s like she doesn´t care how she looks or what she projects. And it´s not tha she doesn´t care, It´s just -- She´s not affected, I guess. And that gives her grace.
And Five: She does this thing in bed when she can´t get to sleep. She kind of half-moans and then rubs her feet together an equal number of times. It just kills me.
Believe me, I could do a top-five-things about her that drives me crazy but it´s just your garden-variety women, you know, schizo stuff and that´s the kind of thinking that got me here.




High Fidelity. Director: Sthephen Frears.

I. Películas: No Direction Home

"I´m looking for a place that will "collect, clip, bath," and return muy dog KN1-7727, cigarettes and tobacco. Animals and birds bought or sold on commision."

• I want a dog that´s going to collect and clean my bath, return my cigarrette and give tobacco to my animals and then give my birds a commission.

• I´m looking for somebody to sell my dog, collect my clip, buy my animal and straighten out my bird.

• I´m looking for a place to bathe muy bird buy my dog, collect muy clip, sell me cigarrettes and commission my bath.

• I´m looking for a place that´s going to collect my commission, sell my dog, burn my bird and sell me to the cigarette.

• Going to bird my buy, collect my will and bathe my commission.

• I´m looking for a place that´s going to animal muy soul, knit muy return, bathe muy foot, and collect muy dog.

• Commission me to sell my animals to the bird to clip and buy my bath and return me back to the cigarettes.

No direction Home. Bob Dylan. Director: Martin Scorsese.