It's possible I didn't understand what anybody was saying.
You're not the only person I've heard make that complaint. The accents are thick enough to make it difficult to follow.
For me, it was almost like listening to Shakespeare: the language was dense and the words sometimes strange and arcane, but if I really listened I could follow the overall meaning of what people were saying.
The accents are thick enough to make it difficult to follow.
The version we saw actually had subtitles at some points. DH needs them for pretty much any film with accents.
I loved it.
We watched Trainspotting, not knowing much about it, when I was pregnant with Ben. Big mistake. Huge.
A friend of mine has a mother-in-law who fervently believes that everything Scottish is just twee and wonderful, so her house is full of plaids, et cetera. He keeps saying that when she gets on his bad side, he's going to send her
Trainspotting
and see what reaction it evokes.
I think that's the quote from the book, rather than the one used in the movie, but I though Trainspotting was awesome.
Plus, that opening monologue is set to Iggy Pop's "Lust For Life", which is possibly the greatest opening song for a film ever. Well, there could be greater ones, but nothing's coming to my mind at the moment.
Well, there could be greater ones, but nothing's coming to my mind at the moment.
"Be My Baby" for
Mean Streets?
"On Broadway" for All That Jazz.
"Little Green Bag" in RESERVOIR DOGS (and PULP FICTION & JACKIE BROWN have pretty much killer opening songs too).
"Be My Baby" for Mean Streets?
Ahh, never seen it. I have a big Martin Scorcese (and Francis Coppola) -shaped hole in my movie-viewing experience that I don't particularly want to fill.
I have the Reservoir Dogs soundtrack and everything, yet my brain is refusing to remember anything other than "Stuck In the Middle With You", which I am no longer able to enjoy without shuddering.