Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Transformers 2. La venganza del caído

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Masticar papel aluminio pudiera considerarse más divertido que esta llamada película.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Leolo

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Porque sueño yo no soy. Porque sueño yo no soy, aquellos que sólo confían en su propia verdad me llaman Leo Lozeau.

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Mi padre era un hombre como muchos otros. Un perro que mordía su vida perra.
El era pequeño, gordo, feliz, con las mejillas rojas. Las arrugas le daban forma a su rostro, pero no revelaban más que la edad que salía del fondo de ellas. En algún lugar entre los buenos días y el adiós, una eterna, intocada luna perforada por una rebanada de tiempo, una frente se alargaba más allá de su barbilla a su cuello y colgaba desesperadamente hasta sus hombros atiborrados.

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Porque sueño, no soy. Porque sueño sueño. Porque en la noche me abandono a mis sueños. Antes de que sea dejo el día. Porque no amo. Porque tenía miedo amar. Ya no sueño. Ya no sueño. Ya no sueño. Ya no sueño.

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Full Metal Jacket

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HARTMAN
I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that?

RECLUTAS
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair.

RECLUTAS
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training ... you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day you are pukes! You're the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit!

Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless! And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do you maggots understand that?

RECLUTAS
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you!

RECLUTAS
Sir, yes, sir!

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Sunday, June 07, 2009

A few good men

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JESSEP
You want answers?

KAFFEE
I think I'm entitled to them.

JESSEP
You want answers?!

KAFFEE
I want the truth.

JESSEP
You can't handle the truth!

Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punch line.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I'd prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to.

KAFFEE
Did you order the code red?

JESSEP
I did the job you sent me to do.

KAFFEE
Did you order the code red?

JESSEP
You're goddamn right I did.

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