No love for Being John Malkovich?
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[li]The fifty-foot tall Emily Dickinson puppet: “Gimmicky bastard.” [/li][li]The father, seeing the marionette play Schwartz is putting on (“From the Letters of Two Lovers”), and responding aggressively. [/li][li]Dr. Lester and his obsession with Flores: “I’ve been very lonely in my isolated tower of indecipherable speech.” [/li][li]Eliza’s (the chimp) PTSD flashback.[/li][li]Any time someone drops out of the sky next to the New Jersey Turnpike. (Trivia note: it’s actually the Long Beach freeway.)[/li][li]John Malkovich going through his own psyche and being deposited next to the Turnpike. “Malkovich! Think fast!”[/li][li]Charlie Sheen as Malkovich’s best friend. "Hot lesbian witches! It’s fucking genius! "[/li][li]The Malkovich fan in the resturant. “Yeah. So, um… as you might imagine, it… means a lot to me to see… retards… portrayed, uh, on the silver screen so compassionately.”[/li][li]The 7th and 1/2 floor. “Seven and a half, right? I’ll take you through it.”[/li][li]And of course, the 7&1/2 orientation video. “…so there’ll be one place on God’s green Earth where yee and your cursed kind can live in peace.”[/li][/ul]
And another Kaufman/Jonze film, Adaptation:
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[li]The entire opening monologue: “What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend. I need to read more and prove myself. What if I learned Russian or something, or took up an instrument. I could speak Chinese. I’d be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool.”[/li][li]Donald’s plan to get a job: “I’m gonna be a screenwriter, just like you!”[/li][li]Charlie’s effort to focus on writing themes: “Coffee and a muffin…banana nut, that’s a good muffin.”[/li][li]Donald’s pitch for his screenplay (“The killer, the girl, and the cop all have split-personalities. They’re all the same person. Isn’t that fucked up?..Mom said it was, ‘psychologically taut’”), and Charlie’s attempt to explain to him the logical and construction problems: “It’s Sybil crossed with, I don’t know, Dressed To Kill.”[/li][li]Charlie’s agent: “See that girl? I fucked her up the ass. No, I’m just kidding.”[/li][li]Charlie sitting in McKee’s seminar, with a self-depricating voiceover narration: “…and God help you if you use voice-over in your work, my friends. God help you. That’s flaccid, sloppy writing. Any idiot can write a voice-over narration to explain the thoughts of a character.”[/li][/ul]
Some Like It Hot and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels are old standards, of course (especially the scene where Steve Martin is trying to remember the name of his “old friend” in Beaumont-sur-Mer), and Dr. Strangelove is a no-brainer, what with Slim Pickens’ dead-pan speeches (“Well boys, I reckon this is it…neu-culer combat toe to toe with the Rooskies”) and George C. Scott’s facial contortions and evasions (notice the binder prominantly entitled “World Targets in Megadeaths” that Gen. Turgidson carries around protectively), but I’m surprised that no one has yet to mention Arsenic and Old Lace (or I apologize if someone has), with the inimitable Josephine Hull (also seen in Harvey) as one of the sweet old sisters that murder lonely retirees to put them out of their misery; especially her horror of putting the other body in the cellar. And this may be Grant’s finest humor performance: “I’m the son of a sea cook!” And just about any scene Peter Lorre appears in is fall-on-the-floor-worthy funny.
Stella Ritter has some utterly brilliant responses to Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window that just make the scene: (“She [Miss Torso] sure is the eat, drink, and be merry type.” “Yeah, she’ll end up fat, alcoholic, and miserable.”)
For more recent films, Sideways has some great scenes of the pathetic Miles trying to elevate himself by depricating everyone else, especially his undiscerning and mostly oblivious friend Jack, who is just trying to help him have fun: “You need to get your joint worked on, Miles.” And while this year has largely been utter shiite for movies, screenwriter Shane Black’s comeback film and directorial debut, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang has scenes that set up somekiller lines: “This isn’t good cop, bad cop. This is fag and New Yorker.” (That’s not be best line, but I don’t want to spoil it for the good folks who haven’t seen it yet, and besides, I don’t want to offend all the Midwesterners by using the word “fuck” too much.
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