"look, i needed to vent." it is that kind of day...
months earlier, i sent someone something that contained this. it's from the trouble and desire hal hartley page, which sadly i am too lazy to dig up the link to just now. (cowers)
probably more of it, later.
simple men
Bill: Tomorrow. The first good-looking woman I see...I'm not gonna fall in love with her. That'll show her! Yeah. The first good-looking...blonde woman I see. I'm gonna make her fall in love with me. I'll do everything right. Be a little aloof at first. Mysterious. Seem sort of...thoughtful and deep. But possibly a bit dangerous too. Flatter her in little ways. But be modest myself. They all fall for that shit. Make her fall hopelessly in love with me. Yup. Mysterious. Thoughtful. Deep but modest. And then I'm gonna fuck her. But I'm not gonna care about her. To me she's gonna be another piece of ass. Somebody else's little girl who I'm gonna treat like dirt and make her beg for it too. I'm just gonna use her up. Have my way with her. Like a little toy, a plaything. And when I'm done I'm just gonna throw her away.
Dennis: (embarrassed) Are you through?
Bill: I haven't even begun yet.
Dennis: Go to sleep.
Bill: I can't sleep. (pauses) I'm in pain.
/
Ned: (sees medallion) What is that thing?
Bill: That's the Blessed Virgin, Ned.
Ned: She's pretty, huh?
Bill: Not only is she pretty, but she's got a nice personality. And she's the mother of God.
/
Ned: I want adventure. I want romance.
Bill: Ned, there is no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire.
Ned: Trouble and desire.
Bill: That's right. And the funny thing is, when you desire something you immediately get into trouble. And when you're in trouble you don't desire anything at all.
Ned: I see.
Bill: It's impossible.
Ned: It's ironic.
Bill: It's a fucking tragedy is what it is, Ned.
henry fool
Simon: Ow.
Fay: Keep still.
Simon: Let me do it!
Fay: Fine, you do it, Simon. I don't care. Mom! Simon's got a broken rib, a dislocated shoulder or something, and he won't let me disinfect the gash in his head!
Mary: Save it, just take him to the hospital, will you?
Fay: But he won't go!
Mary: Simon Grim, you go to the hostpital with Fay right now, you hear me?
Henry: We gotta talk. What the hell were you trying to do when you wrote this thing?
Simon: Nothing.
Henry: Well, you know, you wrote it in a kind of iambic pentameter.
Simon: Iambic what?
Henry: Verse. Look. In my opinion, this is pretty powerful stuff. Though your spelling is neanderthal and your reasoning a little naive, your instincts are profound. But the whole thing needs to be given a more cohesive shape. It can be expanded, followed through, unified. Do you see what I'm getting at? Are you willing to commit yourself to this? To really work on it? To give it its due in the face of adversity and discouragement? To rise to the challenge you yourself have set? And don't give me that wonderstruck "I'm only a humble garbageman" bullshit, either.
Simon: It hurts to breathe.
Henry: Of course it does.
probably more of it, later.
simple men
Bill: Tomorrow. The first good-looking woman I see...I'm not gonna fall in love with her. That'll show her! Yeah. The first good-looking...blonde woman I see. I'm gonna make her fall in love with me. I'll do everything right. Be a little aloof at first. Mysterious. Seem sort of...thoughtful and deep. But possibly a bit dangerous too. Flatter her in little ways. But be modest myself. They all fall for that shit. Make her fall hopelessly in love with me. Yup. Mysterious. Thoughtful. Deep but modest. And then I'm gonna fuck her. But I'm not gonna care about her. To me she's gonna be another piece of ass. Somebody else's little girl who I'm gonna treat like dirt and make her beg for it too. I'm just gonna use her up. Have my way with her. Like a little toy, a plaything. And when I'm done I'm just gonna throw her away.
Dennis: (embarrassed) Are you through?
Bill: I haven't even begun yet.
Dennis: Go to sleep.
Bill: I can't sleep. (pauses) I'm in pain.
/
Ned: (sees medallion) What is that thing?
Bill: That's the Blessed Virgin, Ned.
Ned: She's pretty, huh?
Bill: Not only is she pretty, but she's got a nice personality. And she's the mother of God.
/
Ned: I want adventure. I want romance.
Bill: Ned, there is no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire.
Ned: Trouble and desire.
Bill: That's right. And the funny thing is, when you desire something you immediately get into trouble. And when you're in trouble you don't desire anything at all.
Ned: I see.
Bill: It's impossible.
Ned: It's ironic.
Bill: It's a fucking tragedy is what it is, Ned.
henry fool
Simon: Ow.
Fay: Keep still.
Simon: Let me do it!
Fay: Fine, you do it, Simon. I don't care. Mom! Simon's got a broken rib, a dislocated shoulder or something, and he won't let me disinfect the gash in his head!
Mary: Save it, just take him to the hospital, will you?
Fay: But he won't go!
Mary: Simon Grim, you go to the hostpital with Fay right now, you hear me?
Henry: We gotta talk. What the hell were you trying to do when you wrote this thing?
Simon: Nothing.
Henry: Well, you know, you wrote it in a kind of iambic pentameter.
Simon: Iambic what?
Henry: Verse. Look. In my opinion, this is pretty powerful stuff. Though your spelling is neanderthal and your reasoning a little naive, your instincts are profound. But the whole thing needs to be given a more cohesive shape. It can be expanded, followed through, unified. Do you see what I'm getting at? Are you willing to commit yourself to this? To really work on it? To give it its due in the face of adversity and discouragement? To rise to the challenge you yourself have set? And don't give me that wonderstruck "I'm only a humble garbageman" bullshit, either.
Simon: It hurts to breathe.
Henry: Of course it does.