Kiss Kiss (Bang Bang) (2001)
Actors:
Chris Penn (actor),
Paul Bettany (actor),
Peter Vaughan (actor),
Charles Bodycomb (miscellaneous crew),
Diana Dill (miscellaneous crew),
Stellan Skarsgård (actor),
Kim Magnusson (producer),
Jim Clark (editor),
Allan Corduner (actor),
Sienna Guillory (actress),
John Dankworth (composer),
Martine McCutcheon (actress),
Jacqueline McKenzie (actress),
Tim Barlow (actor),
Gina Yashere (actress),
Genres:
Comedy,
Thriller,
Quotes:
Bubba: Whisky. No ice, no naughty water.
Felix: I had a friend. He was the richest guy I knew. He had everything. Mansion. Roller. Pool. Ten grand watch. But he had a tiny dick. A real tiddler. You know the kind of dick you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. Now what's the point if you got the bullets but you ain't got the gun? And how girls laughed in his face. So he went down to The States - to LA. And he pumped his dick full of this new wax stuff. Pumped it to pumpy. Yeah. His dick looked bigger.::Jimmy: Felix. Listen, all I'm...::Felix: [points revolver]::Jimmy: Fuck.::Felix: I'm getting there! I'm getting there. Well this guy got back with his big waxy new dick. And he wanted to get out and use it, so he jumped on a sunbed... to get his "old man" brown. You know what happened?::Jimmy: No, I got no idea.::Felix: His fucking penis melted. Melted all over the fucking sunbed.::Jimmy: So?::Felix: So, you can't get a big brown dick overnight. Sancho Panza.
Felix: D' you know what this is? It's a bullet. It's got a brass case. Copper jacket. Lead core. 'n it's very hard. When I put it in my gun and pull the trigger... it travels at 500 miles an hour. What do you think would happen... if one of these hit you? What would happen to you, Robert? This bullet wouldn't stop. You understand. It wouldn't stop - here. It wouldn't stop once it was inside you. It would *rip* through your skin. It would tear through your: fat, flesh, sinews, muscle. Cut into, into, your internal organs... puncturing your your lungs, flooding your stomach with blood. It would tear into your heart - and burst it wide open. And then it would fly away. Fly, fly away. It'd stop you breathing, Robert. It'd stop you thinking, ever again. Or feeling. Or remembering. Or having fun... all over.
A River Runs Through It (1992)
Actors:
Robert Redford (director),
Judi M. Durand (miscellaneous crew),
Edie McClurg (actress),
Mark Isham (composer),
Lori A. Balton (miscellaneous crew),
Robert Redford (producer),
Tom Skerritt (actor),
Robert Redford (actor),
Craig Sheffer (actor),
Joseph Gordon-Levitt (actor),
Brenda Blethyn (actress),
Brad Pitt (actor),
William Hootkins (actor),
Miranda Garrison (miscellaneous crew),
Wayne Fitzgerald (miscellaneous crew),
Plot: A true story about two boys, Norman and Paul, growing up in Montana. One is rebellious of his father, Rev. Maclean, while the other has his feet on the ground. The one love they both have is fly fishing.
Keywords: 1900s, 1910s, 1920s, affection, alcoholism, americana, autobiographical, bare-butt, based-on-novel, bishop
Genres:
Drama,
Taglines: The Story of an American Family.
Quotes:
Older Norman: [narrating] My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things - trout as well as eternal salvation - came by grace; and grace comes by art; and art does not come easy.
Paul: Oh, I'll never leave Montana, brother.
Older Norman: [narrating] In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
Norman: Truth is, I'm not sure I want to leave.::Jesse: Montana? Why? It'll always be here.::Norman: Not Montana.::Jesse: Then what? WHAT?::Norman: I'm not sure I want to leave you.
Norman: Dear Jesse, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.
[last lines]::Older Norman: [narrating] Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
Older Norman: [narrating] It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.
Rev. Maclean: Each one of here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding.
Jesse: Why is it the people who need the most help... won't take it?
Rev. Maclean: [walking away from the river] The Lord has blessed us all today... It's just that he has been particularly good to me.