epske scene
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Re: epske scene
Mislin da ga dosta žena smatra opasnim na setu...
:D
Jebat ga, to je sad u djiru, prozivanje za nesto sta se dogodilo ima oho-ho vrimena...
Čak i za najbenignije stvari...
Al da je glumcina, to da...
Old school Hollywood...
(Y)
:D
Jebat ga, to je sad u djiru, prozivanje za nesto sta se dogodilo ima oho-ho vrimena...
Čak i za najbenignije stvari...
Al da je glumcina, to da...
Old school Hollywood...
(Y)
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
“Have you been to STH in Donegal? I went there when I was 12. Wee crossed country race for the boys, and we’re all on the back of the minibus heading for Derry one morning. This is big time, this is like international aethletics for us cos we’re racing the big boys in the south. And we have this thing to do Belfast pride. Three of the boys were Prods [protestants] and the rest of us were catholics. Community event. I suppose people in the south think this is great stuff, this wee team from Belfast and all that patronising shit. Anyway, we went through the border, the boys singing pop tunes and all. I’m just in the back of the bus looking out of the window. We’re going through them mountains, you know where mount STH is? A beautiful sight Don. Donegal must be the most beautiful place in Ireland I reckon.
P: Ay
B: Anyway we arrive at STH, what a place. And it’s hopping with about 200 boys in there and they’re getting into their gear and limbering up. The whole event is run by Christian brothers, clipping young fellas round the ears and basically trying to maintain some order. Our team goes out for a wee jog, stretch out the legs, we’re surrounded by these fields of Barley where there’s a stream and woods running through it. Naturally us Belfast boys have to go check them out, woods and stream like the Amazon to us. And we come across these young fellas from Cork. And there’s banter about our accent. They could barely talk, we couldn’t understand a word they were saying. You get the idea they’re lording over us a bit. We’re running along and we come up with this idea to go down the stream and check it out for fish. So we’re down by the stream, there’s half a foot of water in there. Little silver fish but nothing substantial. So one of their boys calls us down. Lying in the water is a wee foal, four five days old, he’s all skin and bone, grey colour, and he’s got flecks of blood on his coat cos he’s cut himself sharply on them rocks. We were just standing over him and you can see his back leg snapped. He’s breathing, he’s alive, just about. So this big conversation gets started up between the boys who suddenly make themselves the leaders, deliberating what we should do. Someone said drop a rock on his head. But I’m looking in their faces and I can see they’re either scared stiff or clueless. It’s all bravado. And this foal on the ground, in real pain, all this chitchat going on, going nowhere. Next thing the priest sees us, sees the foal, tells us not to move we’re done for. We’re really done for. A group of boys will always get the blame for hurting a foal. Group of Belfast boys will take a hammering for sure. So it’s clear to me in a instant, and I’m down on my knees, and I take the foal’s head in my hands and I put it under water. He’s thrashing around a bit at the start so I press down harder until he’s drowned. Priest arrives, Don. He’s dragging me by the hair through the woods, promising me a proper hiding. But I knew I did the right thing by that wee foal. And I could take the punishment for all our boys. I had the respect of them other boys now, and I knew that. I’m clear of the reasons Don. I’m clear of the repercussions. But I will act, and I will not stand by and do nothing.”
P: Ay
B: Anyway we arrive at STH, what a place. And it’s hopping with about 200 boys in there and they’re getting into their gear and limbering up. The whole event is run by Christian brothers, clipping young fellas round the ears and basically trying to maintain some order. Our team goes out for a wee jog, stretch out the legs, we’re surrounded by these fields of Barley where there’s a stream and woods running through it. Naturally us Belfast boys have to go check them out, woods and stream like the Amazon to us. And we come across these young fellas from Cork. And there’s banter about our accent. They could barely talk, we couldn’t understand a word they were saying. You get the idea they’re lording over us a bit. We’re running along and we come up with this idea to go down the stream and check it out for fish. So we’re down by the stream, there’s half a foot of water in there. Little silver fish but nothing substantial. So one of their boys calls us down. Lying in the water is a wee foal, four five days old, he’s all skin and bone, grey colour, and he’s got flecks of blood on his coat cos he’s cut himself sharply on them rocks. We were just standing over him and you can see his back leg snapped. He’s breathing, he’s alive, just about. So this big conversation gets started up between the boys who suddenly make themselves the leaders, deliberating what we should do. Someone said drop a rock on his head. But I’m looking in their faces and I can see they’re either scared stiff or clueless. It’s all bravado. And this foal on the ground, in real pain, all this chitchat going on, going nowhere. Next thing the priest sees us, sees the foal, tells us not to move we’re done for. We’re really done for. A group of boys will always get the blame for hurting a foal. Group of Belfast boys will take a hammering for sure. So it’s clear to me in a instant, and I’m down on my knees, and I take the foal’s head in my hands and I put it under water. He’s thrashing around a bit at the start so I press down harder until he’s drowned. Priest arrives, Don. He’s dragging me by the hair through the woods, promising me a proper hiding. But I knew I did the right thing by that wee foal. And I could take the punishment for all our boys. I had the respect of them other boys now, and I knew that. I’m clear of the reasons Don. I’m clear of the repercussions. But I will act, and I will not stand by and do nothing.”
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
Samo dio legendarne scene iz ‘Hungera’...
Fasabender je glatko triba dobit Oscara za ovu ulogu Bobby Sandsa...
;)
Fasabender je glatko triba dobit Oscara za ovu ulogu Bobby Sandsa...
;)
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
STH u dijalogu stoji za something...
Jer ko je stavija citat na net nije zna za misto u S. Irskoj o kojem je ric...
STH je zapravo Gweedore...
;)
Jer ko je stavija citat na net nije zna za misto u S. Irskoj o kojem je ric...
STH je zapravo Gweedore...
;)
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
Zaslužio je Oscara već za zapamćeni tekst..Nisam gledala, izbjegavam socijalne i politčke filmove, iako je vjerojatno lijepa priroda,... ako naletim, pogledam.)
Amelie- Posts : 21
2018-04-26
Re: epske scene
Nije lijepa priroda i nemoj gledat film...
90 % filma se odvija unutar Maze zatvora di glavni lik gladuje do smrti...
Istinita je priča, pa nema ulipsavanja...
;)
90 % filma se odvija unutar Maze zatvora di glavni lik gladuje do smrti...
Istinita je priča, pa nema ulipsavanja...
;)
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
strašno..zato mašta o prirodi i slobodi..hvala na upozorenju
Amelie- Posts : 21
2018-04-26
Re: epske scene
“You can sleep. Sleep in my arms.
Like a baby bird.
Like a broom among brooms...
in a broom closet.
Like a tiny parrot.
Like a whistle.
Like a little song.
A song sung by a forest...
within a forest...
a thousand years ago.”
Like a baby bird.
Like a broom among brooms...
in a broom closet.
Like a tiny parrot.
Like a whistle.
Like a little song.
A song sung by a forest...
within a forest...
a thousand years ago.”
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
Nema, nema...
:D
I tvoja scena je super, odličan film...
A ne može se ni falit sa adaptacijom Kinga...
;)
:D
I tvoja scena je super, odličan film...
A ne može se ni falit sa adaptacijom Kinga...
;)
Guest- Guest
Re: epske scene
Remek djelo...
Koja glumačka postava...
Mislim da je to bija zadnji film Johna Cazalea...
Malo je filmova snimija al su svi bili savršeni!
<3
Koja glumačka postava...
Mislim da je to bija zadnji film Johna Cazalea...
Malo je filmova snimija al su svi bili savršeni!
<3
Guest- Guest
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