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Cassandra 2022-04-21 09:02:12
I saw it earlier, but forgot to mark it. ....
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Delia 2022-04-21 09:02:12
I think this boy's feet are so familiar! !...
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Arjun 2022-04-21 09:02:12
It's a bit of a comic-style movie, and the characters are also very cartoony. The comedies made by the Coen brothers and the big stars are always lower than the level of drama, maybe this kind of film is just for them to make a little...
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Alexis 2022-04-21 09:02:12
I watched it early and was very disappointed with Tom Hanks this...
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Alexandrine 2022-04-21 09:02:12
An excellent demonstration of "the losers are stricken with help". Five people who were born with ghosts died in the right way, and the kind and faithful old lady had divine...
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Missouri 2022-04-21 09:02:12
This group of thieves forgot an old saying: people are not as good as...
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Nicole 2022-04-21 09:02:12
The Coen Brothers' Missed Work, But Still...
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Ulices 2022-04-21 09:02:12
Another Hollywood comedy from the Coen Brothers. It's not a bad movie, and it's pretty good, but it's definitely the second of the most inexistent movies among the Coen brothers' films. One of them is "True Love and False...
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Katheryn 2022-04-21 09:02:12
Some of the details are still great (Hanks characters and performances, black church, changing face portraits, black old lady superstitious donations, "heads", garbage boats, spiritual singing counterpoint) but not as much cliché as Cohen (feces and urine The meaning of comedy, the stupid thief misses himself and plays all kinds of far-fetched, not fun, but a hard injury). It is estimated that the "impermanence" can be seen in the text of the original work (I guess the image of the old woman is...
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Kieran 2022-04-21 09:02:12
Average for the Coen brothers, great for Tom...
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Will 2021-12-12 08:01:07
Go back to god
A very interesting movie. The widowed black old lady met five thieves who planned to steal casino money. A story full of black humor unfolded in the church hymn "Go back to god": Professor Goldthwait, who was a swearing tongue, was lazy and full of swear words. Gawain, the custodian of the...
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Barbara 2021-12-12 08:01:07
The feelings of the old woman killer group
I finally understand, isn't this telling us the truth that good is rewarded for evil and evil is rewarded for evil? It is a wicked person who has done bad things and will eventually be punished by fate. This is a common problem of our generation of children who have been taught by so-called...
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Professor G.H. Dorr: What do you think, General? Present any problems? Good then. Gentlemen, why don't we crowd around and go over the plan? Gentlemen, this is the Bandit Queen. Gambling den. Cash cow. Sodom of the Mississippi Delta and the focus of our little exercise. Here is Orchard Street. Here is the residence of Marva Munson, the charming lady whom you all met moments ago. Gentlemen, I'm sure you're all aware that the Solons of the state of Mississippi, to wit, its legislature, have decreed that no gaming establishment shall be erected within its borders upon dry land. They may, however, legally float. While the gambling activity is restricted to these riverboats, no such restrictions apply to the functions ancillary to this cash-besotted business. The casino's offices, locker rooms, facilities to cook and clean, and, most importantly, its counting houses, the reinforced, secret, super-secure repositories of the lucre, may all be situated... wherever. Gawain, where is "wherever"?
Gawain MacSam: Say what?
Professor G.H. Dorr: Where's the money?
Gawain MacSam: Oh. OK, look. At the end of every shift, pit boss brings the cash down to the hold of the ship in a locked cashbox, and once a day all the cash is moved down to the countin' room.
Professor G.H. Dorr: And where is the counting room?
Gawain MacSam: Uh... it be right there in that square where you pointin'.
Professor G.H. Dorr: And what, to flog a horse that if not dead is at this point in mortal danger of expiring, does this little square represent?
Gawain MacSam: Offices. Underground.
Professor G.H. Dorr: Ha! Underground! Mmm! Underground. During the casino's hours of operation, the door to this counting room is fiercely guarded. The door itself is of redoubtable Pittsburgh steel. When the casino closes this entire underground complex is locked up, and the armed guard retreats to the casino's main entrance. There, then, far from the guard, reposes the money, behind a five-inch-thick steel portal, yes. But the walls... the walls are but humble masonry behind which is only the soft, loamy soil deposited over centuries by the Old Man, the meanderin' Mississippi, as it fanned its way back and forth across the great alluvial plain, leaving earth. This earth. The General here, whose curriculum vitae comprehends massive tunnelin' experience through the soil of his native French Indochina, shall be directin' our little old tunnelin' operation. Garth Pancake, though a master of none, is a jack of all those trades corollary to our aim. He will be doin' such fabricatin' and demolition work - as our little caper shall require.
Garth Pancake: Happy to be on board.
Professor G.H. Dorr: Gawain is our proverbial "inside man." He has managed to secure himself a berth on the stodial staff of the Bandit Queen.
Gawain MacSam: Damn skippy!
Professor G.H. Dorr: And this brings us to Lump. To look at Lump, you might wonder what specialized expertise could he possibly offer our merry little old band of miscreants. Well, gentlemen, in a project of such risks, it is imperative to enlist the services of a hooligan, a goon, an ape, a physical brute. Someone who will be our security, our battering ram, our blunt instrument. And, on our behalf, I wish him a warm Mississippi welcome.
Garth Pancake: Fuckin' A.
Gawain MacSam: Whassup, my nigga?
Professor G.H. Dorr: Well, gentlemen, here you are. Men of different backgrounds and differing talents. Men with, in fact, but two things in common: One, you all saw fit to answer my advertisement in the Memphis Scimitar, and two, you're all going to be, in consequence, very, very, incredibly... rich. Let us revel in our adventure, gentlemen. Let us make beautiful music together, and, by all means, let us keep this to ourselves. What we say in this root cellar, let it stay in this root cellar.
Lump Hudson: There's no "I" in "team".
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Professor G.H. Dorr: To penetrate the vault here this afternoon, while Mrs. Munson is at church, havin' blasted that little old rock to pieces durin' Mrs. Munson's choir practice. Garth, can you run us through the game plan for what remains of our tunnel?
Garth Pancake: Of course. Why, it's child's play now. Easiest thing in the world. Only a couple of feet separate us from the vault. Just the usual spadework until we get to the masonry of the vault, and then we just drill through.
Professor G.H. Dorr: And will you be able to wield the drill with your maimed extremity?
Garth Pancake: Oh, well, yeah, I should think so. Yeah, it's, uh, it's only one finger. Inhibits me in doing finer work of course. I'll always have to live with that. Maybe - I'm just thinkin' out loud here - maybe, since as you say there will be problems later, maybe - and I actually mentioned this to Mountain Girl, she agrees with me, so it's not just one person's opinion - maybe, uh... I should get a little extra compensation for the accident. Somewhat larger share. Why, if this was any other line of work, I'd be getting workman's comp. Wouldn't I? Might even have a pretty good lawsuit.
Gawain MacSam: Wait, so you gonna sue yourself for blowing your own goddamn finger off?
Garth Pancake: Well, now that is simply asinine.
Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes, but you see, Garth, this is not what you just called "some other line of work."
Garth Pancake: Yeah, no, no, no, but if it were...
Professor G.H. Dorr: This is a criminal enterprise, not to put too fine a point on it, entailing any manner of risk not involved in honest labor. Governmental regulations and civic safeguards cannot be assumed to apply to antisocial pursuits.
Lump Hudson: Yeah, but he lost his finger.
Gawain MacSam: We don't give a fuck! That fool could blow his goddamn dick off, it don't make no nevermind to us! We not payin' this jackass for goin' around blowin' off goddamn body parts! Get yo' fuckin' head out yo' ass, man!
Garth Pancake: Look you, there is no call for...
The General: No extra share!
Garth Pancake: OK. Majority rules. Like I say, it was just a trial balloon. Hand's not so bad really. I even get some phantom feeling.
Gawain MacSam: Yeah, you pull on your prick, you get some phantom feelin'.
Garth Pancake: Fuck you.
Gawain MacSam: Fuck you.
Garth Pancake: Fuck you!
Gawain MacSam: Fuck you, nubbie!
Professor G.H. Dorr: Well, now that that matter is settled, why don't we synchronize our watches before Gawain reports to work. In 20 seconds, it will be exactly 12:16. Fifteen...
Garth Pancake: What, it'll be 12:15?
Professor G.H. Dorr: No, 15 seconds. Well, 11 seconds now. It'll be 12:16. Eight, seven...
Lump Hudson: Professor? Prof...?
Professor G.H. Dorr: ...six... five... Yes, Lump!
Lump Hudson: I don't have a watch.
Director: Ethan Coen, Joel Coen
Language: English,Vietnamese Release date: March 26, 2004