Aarthi Ramanathan at 2013-11-04 12:47:07:
Scott here are a few: rebirth Public humiliation shocking twists glorified deaths news commentary
David Proenza at 2013-11-04 12:48:41:
Kill Bill, vol. 1 (2004) written by: Quentin Tarantino Bill: Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I'd like to believe that you're aware enough even now to know that there's nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other... jokers, but not you. No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most... [cocks pistol] Bill: masochistic. The Bride: Bill... it's your bab- [BAM] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ew5EYd5_i6M Ooph. Boy does this come out of nowhere. And in the first 2 minutes! A gut-wrenching reveal, cut short by the loudest gunshot I've heard in theaters, and we are completely hooked and ready to watch the bride extract bloody revenge on the mysterious man named Bill.
Aarthi Ramanathan at 2013-11-04 12:50:20:
oops sorry Scott - didn't realize you were asking for suggestions on the theme this week - my bad!
Aarthi Ramanathan at 2013-11-04 13:07:21:
not sure if we did this one already, here goes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lbjru5CQIW4 Star Wars Episode VI return of the Jedi (1983) written by: Lawrence Kasdan, George Lucas Darth Vader: There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you. [pauses] Darth Vader: Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy. Luke: I'll never join you! Darth Vader: If you only knew the power of the Dark Side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father. Luke: He told me enough! He told me *you* killed him! Darth Vader: No. *I* am your father. Takeaway: probably the most famous reveal ever. Darth Vader, Luke's nemesis is in fact the father he thought he had lost - protagonist and nemesis are father and son (HUGE CONFLICT)Not only can't the universe get more emotionally complicated but this reveal in the Star Wars movies is life changing for Luke and also the way we see everything afterwards.
David Proenza at 2013-11-04 13:10:47:
Watchmen (2009) written by: David Hayter and Alex Tse Adrian Veidt: I'm not a comic book villain. Do you seriously think I would explain my master stroke to you if there were even the slightest possibility you could affect the outcome? I triggered it 35 minutes ago. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYZqC7EGMfM I love a villain who's one step ahead of the hero. And Veidt, the "World's Smartest Man", proves why he's called such by keeping the heroes distracted while his master plan was already carried out. Now that's efficiency! I could keep going, Scott, as it's a very slow day at work and not many other people seem able to contribute, lol.
barbaramcthomas at 2013-11-04 15:00:58:
FINALLY! I have been trying to log in forever. I wanted to do A Shot in the Dark, but couldn't find the relevant dialogue to c/p. So I'm going with Down With Love (2003) In this homage to the early 1960s sex comedies Barbara Novak, a best-selling female advice author (played by Renee Zellweger) and Catcher Block, a sly journalist playboy (played by Ewan McGregor) begin a romance. Each has ulterior motives. Both are revealed in the clip below, but Barbara's is the bigger one by far, delivered in a breathless, tour de force monologue. Barbara Novak: I'm not gonna storm out of here, Catch. And I'm not gonna admit that you got Barbara Novak to fall in love... because I'm not Barbara Novak. There is no Barbara Novak. Catcher Block: Huh? Barbara Novak: And I didn't fall in love with Zip Martin. I fell in love with Catcher Block. And that was a year ago, when for three and a half weeks, I worked as your secretary. I don't expect you to remember me. I wasn't a blond then. But you did ask me out. And it broke my heart to say no, but I loved you too much. I couldn't bear to become just another notch in your bedpost. With your dating habits, I knew that even if I was lucky enough to get a regular spot on your rotating schedule... I would never have your undivided attention long enough for you to fall in love with me. I knew I had to do something to set myself apart. I knew I had to quit my job as your secretary... and write an international best-seller controversial enough... to get the attention of a New York publisher as well as "KNOW" magazine... but insignificant enough that as long as I went unseen, "KNOW" magazine's star journalist would refuse to do a cover story about it. I knew that every time we were supposed to meet, you would get distracted by one of your many girlfriends and stand me up... and this would give me a reason to fight with you over the phone... and declare that I wouldn't meet with you for a hundred years. And then all I would have to do was be patient and wait... the two or three weeks it would take for everyone in the world to buy a copy of my best-seller - and then I would begin to get the publicity I would need for you... to, one, see what I look like, and, two, see me denounce you in public as the worst kind of man. I knew that this would make you wanna get even by writing one of your exposés. And in order to do that, you would have to go undercover, assume a false identity and pretend to be the kind of man who would make the kind of girl I was pretending to be fall in love. And I knew that since I was pretending to be a girl who would have sex on the first date you would have pretend to be a man who wouldn't have sex for several dates. And in doing so, we would go out on lots of dates to all the best places and all the hit shows until finally, one night, you would take me back to your place - that you were pretending was someone else's - in order to get the evidence you needed to write your exposé... by seducing me until I said, "I love you." But saying "I love you" was also my plan. I just wanted to tell you the truth so that when you heard me say, "I love you" you would know that I knew who you were, and you would know who I was. Then you, the great Catcher Block, would know that you'd been beaten at your own game... by me, Nancy Brown, your former secretary. And I would have, once and for all, set myself apart from all the other girls you've known, all those other girls that you never really cared about, by making myself someone like the one person you really love and admire above all others: you. Then, when you realized that you had finally met your match... I would have at last gained the respect that would make you wanna marry me first and seduce me later. [after looking at Catch's face] Barbara Novak: I just wanted you to hear all this from me before you heard it from your private eye. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGfozDJ936s
Kalen at 2013-11-04 17:03:05:
Just watched this yesterday. Haven't read the script, but it has to be one of the better ones of all time, right? It just seems so perfect.
BK Smith at 2013-11-04 23:12:57:
Good Will Hunting Sean (Robin Williams) reveals what he really thinks of Will. He reveals his private thoughts, as an adult who has been confronted by Will, and his conclusions. He reveals the breadth of his own personal experiences and traumas, as well as the limits of what we, the audience, saw as Will the "genius". Sean also reveals what is ultimately the one thing that Will doesn't know, Will's own character need, which is how to build and experience his own life. A difficult chunk of words that ends up being a triumph of delivery by Robin Williams. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBjWHfBHKos Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? Will: No. Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about. Will: Why thank you. Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston. Will: Nope. Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? [Will nods] Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
BK Smith at 2013-11-04 23:22:06:
On second thought, I may have been stretching "dramatic reveal" for this example.