noirdreams1941 at 2014-07-06 07:48:14:

Se7en Mills holds the gun at Doe's head, undecided, furious. SOMERSET It’s what he wants. He wants you to shoot him. MILLS No! JOHN DOE Become vengeance, David. Become wrath. MILLS Tell me she’s alright! JOHN DOE She begged for her life, detective. She begged for her life ... SOMERSET Shut up. JOHN DOE And for the life of the baby inside her. Somerset SMACKS Doe across the face. Mills' face fills with confusion -- then a wave of horror. Doe's eyes register shock. JOHN DOE Oh. He didn’t know. SOMERSET Give me the gun, David. Mills' raises his gun back up at Doe. SOMERSET David, if you kill him … he will win. Whole scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1giVzxyoclE That ‘head in a box’ ending which sees the plot resolving as the journeys of the ‘good guys’ and the ‘bad guy’ collide in the a suitably barren landscape. Mills and Somerset have got their man, seven deadly sins serial killer John Doe - but not really through sterling detective work, rather through Doe’s diabolical designs. The action and the dialogue bring the contest, quite literally, to a head. Until the very last moment there is a moral choice to be made to determine whose way of life will win. In the end, Mills becomes wrath and John Doe is victorious, the monster wins. What a kicker. I also like the fact that the whole scene is a victory scored by Fincher, Pitt and co by insisting on keeping that killer ending in the film, despite significant pressure to replace it with something less bleak. A victory that’s helped the piece carve its dark, dark mark in movie history.

blknwite at 2014-07-06 13:13:26:

Jerry McGuire In Rod We Trust http://youtu.be/QhVuXKypPs0 EXT. CENTER OF PLAYING FIELD -- NIGHT We're now just a few inches in front of his peaceful, sleeping face. They are all. YELLING, trying to pull him out. SHOTS OF NATIONAL TELEVISION AUDIENCES 1) A full sports bar in arizona silently watches Monday Night Football. 2) Generic living room of sports fans, all watching Tidwell pinned to the screen. 3) Generic outdoor bar-b-que as white fans watch t.V. 4) Tidwell living room. All gathered around the television. 5) Maguire straining at the sideline. ON TIDWELL -- CLOSE Dead to the world as sound disappears. There is now only silence. POV TIDWELL - SLO-MO -- SILENCE The Doctors and the Trainers are now truly panicked. We don't hear them. We see them, their motions increasingly manic. Shoving fingers in front of him. Screaming. We read their lips. ("Rod!" "Rod can you hear us!") We see the anguish and escalating fear on their faces. The Trainer leans in close, bellowing, he spreads his hands wide to clap right in front of Rod's still face. His hands head toward each other... closer... bringing with them the first inkling of sound... getting closer and then finally coming together, bringing with him the sounds of the stadium. ON TIDWELL who blinks back to life. Concerned men are yelling very loudly, right in his face. Tidwell becomes aware he is the absolute center of attention of the entire stadium. As crowd noise begins to rise. TRAINER Let's get you off the field! TIDWELL Wait. TRAINER Can you feel your legs? TIDWELL Yeah. Just let me enjoy this for a minute. ON JERRY who watches. Only marginally relieved. Is he okay? ON FANS Crowd noise rises. Is he okay? ON TIDWELL Can he move? Is he okay? ON TIDWELL'S LIVING ROOM Not a breath is taken. Is he okay? He rises. Stadium explodes. At first on wobbly feet, he raises the football and for the first time -- salutes the crowd. Crowd noise doubles. ON MAGUIRE gasping for breath. ON TIDWELL Has never felt like this before in his life. It is the pure and absolute love of the spotlight. And his fans. And then... it's real and he feels it. Tidwell breaks out in a small but unmistakable move -- a flutter step. He does a high-stepping move, all his own, for about ten yards. ON JERRY MAGUIRE who watches, now in complete disbelief. Tidwell will not let go of the spotlight. BACK ON TIDWELL -- CLOSE Finishes his small but heartfelt dance. It is a personal catharsis he is sharing now with 2 billion people. TIDWELL (to himself) Nike. He moves past Jerry Maguire on his way off the field. Jerry, casually thumps his heart twice. Jerry Maguire is overcome with emotion. He sits down on a camera case, head in his hands. Behind him, a stadium cheers a new hero. OVERHEARD FAN I always knew he was great. Maguire rubs his face. Overcome. Photographers and others rush past to be closer to Tidwell. (Cuba Gooding Jr.'s triumphant climb into the stands seems not to my surprise written into the script)

JasperLamarCrab at 2014-07-08 00:00:13:

APOCALYPSE NOW (1979) screenplay by John Milius and Francis Coppola, narration by Michael Herr, based on the novel HEART OF DARKNESS by Joseph Conrad Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that? Lance: What? Kilgore: Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end... Dialogue on dialogue: The poetic and wistful strain in Kilgore's dialogue makes him that much more monstrous and bloodthirsty https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k26hmRbDQFw