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Blow is a 2001 biopic about the American cocaine smuggler George Jung, directed by Ted Demme. David McKenna and Nick Cassavetes adapted Bruce Porter's 1993 book Blow: How a Small Town Boy Made $100 Million with the Medellín Cocaine Cartel and Lost It All for the screenplay. It is based on the real life stories of George Jung, Pablo Escobar, Carlos Lehder, and the Medellín Cartel. The film's title comes from a slang term for cocaine.
The film opens to a young George (Johnny Depp) and his parents Fred (Ray Liotta) and Ermine (Rachel Griffiths) of Weymouth, Massachusetts. When George is ten years old, Fred files for bankruptcy and loses everything, but tries to make George realize that money is not important.
As an adult, George moves to Southern California with his friend "Tuna" (Ethan Suplee); they meet Barbara (Franka Potente), an airline stewardess, who introduces them to Derek Foreal (Paul Reubens), the main dealer. With Derek's help, George and Tuna make a lot of money. Kevin Dulli (Max Perlich), a college student back in Boston, visits them and tells them of the enormous market — and demand — for pot in Boston. With Barbara's help, they start bringing the drugs to Boston.
Johnny Depp Movies ♦ Blow (2001)
Blow (2001) Official Trailer - Johnny Depp, Penelope Cruz Movie HD
Blow 2001 - "No More Brothers, Diego" - Full HD
Blow 2001 - George Meets Kristina Last scene
Blow (2001) - Busted
Blow 2001 - Final Scene - Full HD
Blow (2001) Moving to California
Blow 2001 - Mirtha Divorces George Full Scene - Full HD
Blow (2001) - Johnny Depp, Penélope Cruz
Blow [2001] My Favorite Scene 1
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Knowing the things that I know
Tonight is no consellation
So what we live on a globe
And everyone I know is here right now
on this sphere
Alone
You are far away
On some end out in the water
where the sun can't kiss you head to toe
the air can get you hotter than I could
I oughtn't even try
Whenever I do the space gets wider
in between us than before
I'm staring out from deep across the bed
Into our shelters we go
shield us from the unbearably high sky
shroud us in from what we know
bandaged up from all the bleeding love
and
you don't even believe in outerspace
equal to the rate at which you doubt my crying face
and since you don't believe me
should I cover up and fake it?
or just sit here with your disbelief and know that I can
take it?
