Monthly Archives: March 2012
Lester Blaine: Miss Hudson, in your own native city of San Francisco, there’s an art gallery in the Legion of Honor in which there’s an oil painting of Casanova. It’s quite obvious that you have never seen this painting. For your information, Miss Hudson, this is what Casanova looked like. He had big ears, a scar over one eye, a broken nose, and a wart on his chin, right here. I suggest, Miss Hudson, that when you return to San Francisco, you visit this gallery and see this painting!
A few weeks ago I did an interview with Stephen Bogart as he was promoting the new Warner Bros. Smithsonian Theater in D.C. The theater’s first showing was a gorgeously restored digital print of Casablanca, which celebrates its 70th Anniversary this year. Last night Fathom Events did a one-night only screening of the classic film in theaters across the nation. I am in North Carolina right now on business (related to this site actually; more info on that coming soon!), so I was able to see the film with my friend Kate. I saw it in theaters once before when I was in college, but it is a film that just gets better and better with each additional viewing.
Next Tuesday Warner Bros. is releasing the swankiest Blu-ray edition ever as part of the film’s 70th anniversary. Not only does it feature a brand-new restored digital transfer, but the set comes with so many fantastic special features and goodies. I have definitely pre-ordered this baby and you should, too!
Richard Hannay: There are million women in this island, and I’m chained to you. Listen, once more. I’m telling you the truth. I told you once in the train. I tried to tell you after the election meeting. I’m telling you now for the third time. There’s a danagerous conspiracy against this island and we’re the only ones who can stop it. Think what you’ve seen happen right under your very nose.
Pamela: The gallant knight to the rescue.
Richard Hannay: All right, then I’m just a plain, common murderer who stabbed an innocent, defenseless woman in the back not four days ago. How do you come out over that? I don’t know how innocent you may be but you’re a woman, you’re defenseless, and you’re alone on a desolate moor in the dark, manacled to a murderer who’d stop at nothing to get you off his hands. If that’s the situation you prefer, have it, my lovely, and welcome.
Pamela: I’m not afraid of. . .
Richard Hannay: For all you know, I may murder a woman a week.
Bob Hauk: There was an accident. About an hour ago, a small jet went down inside New York City. The President was on board.
Snake Plissken: President of what?
Bob Hauk: That’s not funny, Plissken. You go in, find the President, bring him out in 24 hours, and you’re a free man.
Snake Plissken: 24 hours, huh?
Bob Hauk: I’m making you an offer.
Snake Plissken: Bullshit!
Bob Hauk: Straight just like I said.
Snake Plissken: I’ll think about it.
Bob Hauk: No time. Give me an answer.
Snake Plissken: Get a new president!
Bob Hauk: We’re still at war, Plissken. We need him alive.
Snake Plissken: I don’t give a fuck about your war. . .or your president.
Bob Hauk: Is that your answer?
Snake Plissken: I’m thinking about it.
Bob Hauk: Think hard.
Snake Plissken: [beat] Why me?
Bob Hauk: You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad. You know how to get in quiet. You’re all I got.
Snake Plissken: I guess I go in one way or the other. . .doesn’t mean shit to me. All right. . .I’ll do it. Give me the pardon paper.
Bob Hauk: When you come out.
Snake Plissken: Before.
Bob Hauk: I told you I wasn’t a fool, Plissken.
Snake Plissken: Call me Snake.
Matthew: I read it in Cahiers du Cinéma. “A filmmaker is like a Peeping Tom.” A voyeur. It’s as if the camera is a the keyhole to your parents’ bedroom. And you spy on them, and you’re disgusted. You feel guilty but you can’t. . .you can’t look away. It makes films like crimes and directors like criminals. It should be illegal.
Theo: There goes my chance to be a filmmaker.
Theo: My parents always left the bedroom door open.