There is no motivational plot to it, but the thing about this film is that it doesn't need one. After-all, it's just about two people who try to cope with their lives. Revolutionary Road is probably his least interesting film, story wise. Sam Mendes is a filmmaker who knows exactly what he wants, which is why he would want to work on this film. Their marriage is falling apart, they have trouble raising their children and they want out of this lifestyle. Although, they soon find out that not every dream comes true and they fall exactly into the situations they didn't want to be in. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you - I wish to God that you had!Ī young couple living in 1950's suburbia think they are different from all the other families living the American Dream. You are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I'll scream.įrank Wheeler: Oh, come on, stop this April.įrank Wheeler: Fuck you, April! Fuck you and all your hateful, goddamn.Īpril Wheeler: What are you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? To show me how much you love me?įrank Wheeler: Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You're not worth the powder it would take to blow you up.
You were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, and now I loathe the sight of you. That's the point, April.Īpril Wheeler: But I don't.
Passionate in their admiration, merciless in their scorn, and never anything less than fascinating, the dispatches of The Proud Highway offer an unprecedented and penetrating gaze into the evolution of the most outrageous raconteur/provocateur ever to assault a typewriter.April Wheeler: So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point?įrank Wheeler: No! Wrong! You're not crazy, and you do love me. In letters to a Who's Who of luminaries from Norman Mailer to Charles Kuralt, Tom Wolfe to Lyndon Johnson, William Styron to Joan Baez-not to mention his mother, the NRA, and a chain of newspaper editors-Thompson vividly catches the tenor of the times in 1960s America and channels it all through his own razor-sharp perspective.
Overview: Here, for the first time, is the private and most intimate correspondence of one of America's most influential and incisive journalists-Hunter S. The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 by Hunter S.
0 kommentar(er)
