Eyes Wide Shut evaluation action
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Eduardo 2021-10-20 19:02:07
When everyone in the movie is talking, I want to fly over and grab his neck and yell, "You TMD hurry up and say that you can die!? Slowly listening to you, I finished the two episodes of Gourd Baby. Okay. Is it!?" I didn't understand, Samsung gave eye-catching couples and full screen human flesh.
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Ethyl 2022-04-24 07:01:02
Kubrick Academic Screening NO.8 Bill's first sentence "Have you seen my wallet?" leads to the problem of commodification in modern society. All women (wives, models, daughters of clothing store owners, prostitutes) are prostitutes. The question seems to be superficial like "Am I beautiful?" but full of logic. It carries the function of philosophical dialogue, whether it is marriage or esoteric rituals. Instead of watching all this with the eyes of moral judgment, a bystander like Bill confessed after panic and confusion: let's fuck
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Red Cloak: [pleasantly] Please, step forwards. May I have the password?
Dr. Bill Harford: Fidelio.
Red Cloak: That's right, sir! That is the password... for admittance. But may I ask, what is the password... for the house?
Dr. Bill Harford: The password for the house?
Red Cloak: Yes?
Dr. Bill Harford: I'm sorry... I seem to... have forgotten it.
Red Cloak: That's unfortunate! Because here, it makes no difference whether you have forgotten it... or if you never knew it. Kindly remove your mask.
[Bill slowly removes his mask. The red cloaked cult leader continues talking in a pleasant tone]
Red Cloak: Now, get undressed.
Dr. Bill Harford: [nervously] Get... undressed?
Red Cloak: [sternly] Remove your clothes.
Dr. Bill Harford: Uh... gentlemen, please...
Red Cloak: Remove your clothes! Or would you like us to do it for you?
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Victor Ziegler: Bill... What the hell did you think you were doing there? I couldn't... I couldn't even begin to imagine how you'd even heard about it, let alone got yourself through the front door. And then I remembered seeing you talking with that prick piano player, Nick... or whatever the fuck his name was, at my party the other night. And it didn't take much to figure out the rest.
Dr. Bill Harford: It wasn't Nick's fault. It was mine.
Victor Ziegler: Of course it was Nick's fault! If he hadn't mentioned this to you in the first place, none of this would have happened. I recommended that little cocksucker to those people, and now he's made me look like a complete asshole by telling you about it!
Dr. Bill Harford: [humbly] Victor... what can I say? I had absolutely no idea you were involved in any way.
Victor Ziegler: I know you didn't, Bill. But I also know that you went to Nick's hotel this morning and spoke with the desk clerk.
Dr. Bill Harford: How did you know that?
Victor Ziegler: Because I had you followed.
Dr. Bill Harford: You... you had me followed?
Victor Ziegler: Now Bill, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I had you followed. I apologize for that. But it was for your own good. I know you went to Nick's hotel looking for him and I know what the desk clerk told you. But what the desk clerk didn't tell you was that all they did was drive Nick to the airport and put him on a plane back to Seattle. I assure you that Nick is safely back home and he's probably banging Mrs. Nick as we speak.
Dr. Bill Harford: The desk clerk said that Nick has a bruise on his face. That he looked frightened as if he was beaten up.
Victor Ziegler: Yeah? Okay, so Nick had a bruise. But that's the least he deserved for telling you about the gathering last night.