The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)
Actors:
Frank Slaten (actor),
Stefania Rocca (actress),
James Rebhorn (actor),
Sergio Rubini (actor),
Renato Scarpa (actor),
Gwyneth Paltrow (actress),
Philip Seymour Hoffman (actor),
Gianfranco Barra (actor),
Philip Baker Hall (actor),
Matt Damon (actor),
Jack Davenport (actor),
Jude Law (actor),
Ivano Marescotti (actor),
Sydney Pollack (producer),
Cate Blanchett (actress),
Plot: The 1950s. Manhattan lavatory attendant, Tom Ripley, borrows a Princeton jacket to play piano at a garden party. When the wealthy father of a recent Princeton grad chats Tom up, Tom pretends to know the son and is soon offered $1,000 to go to Italy to convince Dickie Greenleaf to return home. In Italy, Tom attaches himself to Dickie and to Marge, Dickie's cultured fiancée, pretending to love jazz and harboring homoerotic hopes as he soaks in luxury. Besides lying, Tom's talents include impressions and forgery, so when the handsome and confident Dickie tires of Tom, dismissing him as a bore, Tom goes to extreme lengths to make Greenleaf's privileges his own.
Keywords: 1950s, affection, american-abroad, american-express, anger, aristocrat, assumed-identity, bank-account, based-on-book, based-on-novel
Genres:
Crime,
Drama,
Music,
Thriller,
Taglines: How far would you go to become someone else. Everybody should have one talent... what's yours? It's better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
Quotes:
Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better, to be a fake somebody... than a real nobody.
Peter: Sorry, I'm completely lost.::Tom Ripley: I know. I'm lost, too. I'm going to be stuck in the basement, aren't I, that's my, that's my... terrible, and alone, and dark, and I've lied about who I am, and where I am, and now no-one will ever find me.::Peter: What do you mean... lied about who you are?::Tom Ripley: I always thought it'd be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.::Peter: What are you talking about? You're not a nobody. That's the last thing you are.
Freddie Miles: In fact the only thing that looks like Dickie is you.::Tom Ripley: Hardly.::Freddie Miles: Have you done something to your hair?::Tom Ripley: Freddie, do you have something you'd like to say?::Freddie Miles: What? I think I'm saying it. Something's going on. He's either converted to Christianity... or to something else.::Tom Ripley: I suggest you ask Dickie that yourself. Otello's is on delle Croce, just off the Corso.::Freddie Miles: Is it on "delle Croce, just off the Corso?" You're a quick study, aren't you? Last time you didn't know your ass from your elbow, now you're giving me directions. That's not fair, you probably do know your ass from your elbow. I'll see you.
[first lines]::Tom Ripley: If I could just go back... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.
Dickie Greenleaf: Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?::Tom Ripley: Forging signatures, telling lies... impersonating practically anybody.::Dickie Greenleaf: That's three, nobody should have more than one talent.
Tom Ripley: [imitating Dickie's father] "Oh yes, Jazz... it's just insolent noise."::Dickie Greenleaf: I feel like he's here. Horrible. Like the old bastard is here right now! [pause in disbelief, Dickie moves in to hold Tom's hand] Brilliant. How do you know him ?
Dickie Greenleaf: You know, without the glasses you're not even ugly.
Meredith: [sheepish] I'm sorry, I wouldn't have made a joke if...::Tom Ripley: [cuts her off] Don't be sorry. I've never been happier. I feel like I've been handed a new life.
Tom Ripley: You're the brother I never had. I'm the brother you never had. I would do anything for you, Dickie.
Tom Ripley: First of all I know there's something. That evening when we played chess for instance it was obvious.::Dickie Greenleaf: What evening?::Tom Ripley: Oh sure, no, no, it's too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no, we're brothers. Hey. And then you do this sordid thing with Marge. Fucking her on the boat while we all have to listen. Which was excruciating, by the way! And you follow your cock around and now you're getting married! I'm bewildered, forgive me. You're lying to Marge and then you're getting married to her. You're knocking up Silvana. You're ruining everybody. You wanna play the sax, you wanna play the drums. What is it, Dickie? What do you actually play?::Dickie Greenleaf: Who are you? Huh? Some third class mooch? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me? I really, really don't want to be on this boat with you right now. I can't move without you moving. Gives me the creeps. [enraged by his on-the-fly suspicions] You give me the creeps!