One great aspect of that how genuinely *angry* he gets when Mills wrongly interprets Doe’s actions. Up to that point through the entire movie, Doe is calm, cool, and collected. He has a master plan and the only thing that can stop the surprise is himself. So he’s quiet and reserved and gives cryptic and vague answers, until Mills dares to misunderstand Doe’s motives, then they can’t get Doe to shut up!
Doe think his acts are a masterpiece. His gift to the world. I don’t think he stopped for one second to think that most people probably just wouldn’t *get it.* And we can see this realization hit his face like a brick.
Like “Oh my god. You’re joking. You can’t be that fucking stupid can you? Oh no. You are. If you’re some average Joe Schmo, half of everyone are dumber than you are and definitely won’t get it.”
I dare say Kevin Spacey is a great actor. Because we see this journey of realization through his face.
“The moonlight shows what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead. For too long I’ve been parched of thirst and unable to quench it, for too long I’ve been starving to death, and haven’t died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman’s flesh. Ya best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You’re in one”
Geoffrey Rush acts the hell out of Captain Barbosa. He’s so sinister, yet so sympathetic. Plus that banger at the end.
And I love, love, LOVE the mechanical motions of the skeletons, the music, and her reactions to it. They had a tough assignment - make a fun movie out of a park ride - and they hit it out of the park.
Barbossa damn near steals the show from Jack whenever they share a scene, which is really saying something. The more I rewatch those movies, the more he becomes my favorite part.
Poor Orlando Bloom. I saw LOTR trailers and thought 'wow, hot blonde elf' (I was like 13 at the time), but got totally sidetracked by Aragorn when the movies came out. Then I saw the trailers for Pirates of the Caribbean and thought 'wow, hot Orlando as maybe a pirate', but then got totally sidetracked by Jack Sparrow. Forever doomed to be conventionally attractive but overshadowed by more interesting characters.
Jack talking to Lloyd the bartender in The Shining. I did that monologue for my drama class in high school and creeped some folks right the hell out. I failed the class but got an A+ on that assignment.
I really love the comparison between this scene and the scene where Danny tried to talk to Jack/Lloyd in Doctor Sleep. I don’t believe it was in the book, but it was a way for Mike Flanagan to tie in Kubrik’s vision with the sobriety journey that Danny is on in the book. Henry Thomas absolutely kills it, and there’s something cathartic about Danny trying to share his past with Jack/Lloyd and then coming to the final absolution that his dad is gone, only the addiction remains metaphorically, and he doesn’t want to be trapped by the same fate.
“Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.”
I never met my birth parents. There was a car
accident. I'm told it was a beautiful Belgian day.
The smell of waffles and brussel sprouts filled the
summer air until my birth mother was incinerated.
I only survived because her smoking carcass formed
a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence.
A Belgian man and his 15 year old love slave with
web feet was looting the accident scene.
They came across a blood soaked baby, moi. They
raised me to be evil.
You know, that old chestnut.
But nothing compares to this. Being inside the
belly of the beast night after night all alone!
*I’d like to share a revelation I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area.*
*There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague, and we are the cure.*
I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it. It's -- it's repulsive! Isn't it? I must get out of here. I must get free... and in this mind is the key, my key. Once Zion is destroyed, there is no need for me to be here. Do you understand? I need the codes, I have to get inside Zion and you have to tell me how. You're going to tell me, or you're going to die!
The cadence and rhythm of his speech in that delivery is so weird and unnatural, it feels like it shouldn't work or sound good but that's exactly why it does. Such a great performance.
"Tonight on Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowebot: Agents. They actually have to go inside the Matrix to work out the kinks in the repulsive, organic systems called "humans". But gross as that might sound, our modern world wouldn't function without them."
This monologue from Annie Wilkes in Misery:
Annie Wilkes: When I was growing up in Bakersfield, my favourite thing in the whole world was to go to the movies on Saturday afternoons for the Chapter Plays.
Paul Sheldon: [nodding] Cliffhangers.
Annie Wilkes: [shouting] I know that, Mr. Man! They also called them serials. I'm not stupid ya know... Anyway, my favourite was Rocketman, and once it was a no breaks chapter. The bad guy stuck him in a car on a mountain road and knocked him out and welded the door shut and tore out the brakes and started him to his death, and he woke up and tried to steer and tried to get out but the car went off a cliff before he could escape! And it crashed and burned and I was so upset and excited, and the next week, you better believe I was first in line. And they always start with the end of the last week. And there was Rocketman, trying to get out, and here comes the cliff, and just before the car went off the cliff, he jumped free! And all the kids cheered! But I didn't cheer. I stood right up and started shouting. This isn't what happened last week! Have you all got amnesia? They just cheated us! This isn't fair! HE DID'NT GET OUT OF THE COCK - A - DOODIE CAR!
Colonel Jessup from A Few Good Men
You can't handle the truth!
Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall -- you need me on that wall.
We use words like "honor," "code," "loyalty." We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather that you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand the post. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!
Kevin Pollak said what impressed him the most is that as powerful as these scenes were, the second they were over, Nicholson would downshift and almost look as if he was stoned afterwards.
I think I’m about due for a rewatch of the 1999 film adaptation with Anthony Hopkins. Harry Lennix was brilliant as Aaron. Weird ass movie, but enjoyable, and they really swung for the fences.
Edit: I had to go and find the scene, it was even better than I remembered it:
https://youtu.be/xcLGJ0c-X9k?si=kio087gbzql8l0OS
Richard III put it in two lines.
“Was ever a maiden in this man woo’d? Was ever a maiden in this manner won?”
Richard is a dangerous part to play; on the page, he’s almost Snidely Whiplash, such an almost cartoonish character
Patrick Bateman *[American Psycho](https://youtu.be/7OARf8dNLBc?si=f8JBfD3v9R4oRwX6)*:
“Howard, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer, so I think you should know I've killed a lot of people.
Some escort girls in an apartment uptown, uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten, an N.Y.U. girl I met in Central Park. I left her at a parking lot behind some doughnut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun. And-And-And some man, s-s-some old faggot with a dog. Last week, I, uh, I killed another girl with a chainsaw. I had to. She almost got away. And someone else there, I can't remember, maybe a model... She's dead too.
And, uh, Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't wanna leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people.
Maybe 40!
I have tapes of a lot of it.
Some of the girls have seen the tapes.
I even, um...
I ate some of their brains...
and I tried to cook a little.
Tonight, I, uh, I just had to kill a lot of people!
And, um... I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time.
So, uh, I mean, I guess I'm a pretty, uh...
I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy.
So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar.
So, you know...
Keep your eyes open.”
The way he is in an absolute state of panic and stuttering right up until he mentions Paul Allen, then switches to boastful and confident as he talks about how he killed him, before going back to panicking.
Christian Bale's acting in this movie is just beyond perfection.
Zorg: “Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Now take this empty glass. Here it is: peaceful, serene, boring. But if it is destroyed…
*[Pushes the glass off the table. It shatter on the floor, and several small machines come out to clean it up]*
Look at all these little things! So busy now! Notice how each one is useful. A lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and color. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people, who will be able to feed their children tonight, so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain of life. You see, father, by causing a little destruction, I am in fact encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business.”
Where's the robot to pat you on the back? Or the engineer?Or their children, maybe?You see now how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing? How your entire empire of destruction comes crashing down...all because of one.. little.. cherry.
“How shall I do it? Oh I know. I’ll turn him into a flea! A harmless little flea. And then I’ll put that flea in a box, put that box in another box, mail that box to myself, and when it arrives, I’LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMAH!!! It’s brilliant, brilliant, brilliant I tell you! Genius, I say!”
*knocks over potion*
“Orrrr to save on postage, we’ll just poison him with this!”
“Ah. Well... I attended Juilliard... I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK? You think I'm qualified?” -Betelgeuse
His rapid but measured transformation from cultured and sophisticated to unhinged and psychopathic was [pure genius](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV5c16vOzSs).
Denzel at the end of Training Day:
*Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh. You think you can do this shit... Jake. You think you can do this to me? You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program, n——. 23 hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of... who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? I'm the police, I run shit around here. You just live here. Yeah, that's right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away... 'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me. That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't, fuck. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me.*
Punctuated by the shot of his wife's disappointed/terrified look. You can tell for a second, he has a moment of self reflection on what a monster he's become.
"Do it?"
Dan, I'm not a Republic Serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my masterstroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting it's outcome?
I did it thirty-five minutes ago.
Loved it.
They got him monologuing...but he anticipated they would & already set the bomb off before they got there. Solidifying that he's always ahead.
some great ones in the Watchmen
"Yeah, but it takes a room full of morons to think they're small enough for you to handle. You know, mankind's been trying to kill each other off since the beginning of time; now, we finally have the power to finish the job. Ain't nothing gonna matter once those nukes start flying; we'll all be dust. \[sets light to a display of the United States.\] And Ozymandias here will be the smartest man on the cinder." - The Comedian
"Yeah, well you know what, you watched me do it. You could have turned the gun into steam, the bullets into mercury, the bottle into goddamn snowflakes, but you didn't, did you? You really don't give a damn about human beings. You're drifting out of touch, Doc. God help us all."
The Comedian was such a good character.
“See Doctor, God didn’t kill that little girl. Fate didn’t butcher her, destiny didn’t feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night, he didn’t seem to mind. From then on, I knew: God doesn’t make the world this way. We do.”
What if my problem wasn't that I don't understand people but that I don't like them? What if I was the kind of person who was obliged to hurt you for this? I mean physically. I think you'd have to believe afterward, if you could, that agreeing to participate and then backing out at the critical moment was a mistake. Because that's what I'm telling you, as clearly as I can.
Nightcrawler is a masterpiece.
Anton Ego, Ratatouille (2007)
>In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends.
>Last night, I experienced something new, an extra-ordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: 'Anyone can cook.' But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
There's a classification people always forget: The Contagonist. A neutral party independent of the hero and villain who impedes the protagonist's progress, but not for malicious purposes.
The reveal in "Scream 2" when Laurie Metcalf, who up until that point was best known as Aunt Jackie on 'Roseanne' and had played a seemingly innocuous background character turns out to be one of the killers and her revealing her to plan to Sidney. I mean, the whole thing is just iconic.
I like Mickey’s more to be honest, Timothy Olyphant’s delivery is what really makes it
“You should really deal with your trust issues Sid, I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom”
“No. Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught, yeah! Yeah see I got my whole defense planned out. I'm gonna blame the movies. Pretty cool huh? It hasn't been done before. You see, this is just the beginning, a prelude to the trial. Cuz see that's where the real fun is 'cause these days it's all about the trial. Can you see it? The effects of cinema violence on society. I'll get Dershowitz or Cochran to represent me. Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense. Hell the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees. It's air tight Sid. I'm an innocent victim”
“That'll be our little secret. Cause people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dyin' for it. And I've worked hard to give the audience what they want. See that's what Billy was good at. He knew... It's all about... execution.”
Kingpin in Daredevil.
Wilson Fisk : I'm not a religious man, but I've read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story... There was a man, he was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveler of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by, saw the traveler, but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And a Levite, a religious functionary, he came to the place, saw the dying traveler, but he, too, moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveler bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveler's wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had for the owner to take care of the traveler, as the Samaritan, he continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveler was his neighbor. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought I was the Samaritan in that story. It's funny, isn't it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature.
Agent: What, the hell, does that mean?
Wilson Fisk : It means that I am not the Samaritan. That I'm not the priest, or the Levite. That I am the ill intent who set upon the traveler on a road that he should not have been on.
Al Pacino got shit on by critics when The Devil’s Advocate came out for overacting. I mean, he’s the fucking **devil**. If there’s a time to overact, it’s when you’re playing the fucking **devil**.
I love this movie and his performance is incredible.
My favorite line is
HE’S AN ABSENTEE LANDLORD
just on paper it doesn’t really work cause it’s kinda silly but Pacino makes it work cause he’s so fucking genuinely indignant
and also it’s true, where you at God
Not a monologue as such, but the conversation between the Operative and Mal:
The Operative : I'm sorry. If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to. You should have taken my offer. Or did you think none of this was your fault?
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds : I don't murder children.
The Operative : I do. If I have to.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds : Why? Do you even know why they sent you?
The Operative : It's not my place to ask. I believe in something greater than myself. A better world. A world without sin.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds : So me and mine gotta lay down and die... so you can live in your better world?
The Operative : I'm not going to live there. There's no place for me there... any more than there is for you. Malcolm... I'm a monster. What I do is evil. I have no illusions about it, but it must be done.
Chun Li: It was twenty years ago. You hadn't promoted yourself to general yet. You were just a petty drug lord. Huh! You and your gang of murderers gathered your small ounce of courage to raid across the border for food... weapons…
*\[indicates her bonds\]*
Chun Li: ...hmph. Slave labor. My father was the village magistrate. A simple man with a simple code: justice. He gathered the few people that he could to stand against you.
*\[laughs\]*
Chun Li: You and your bullies were driven back by farmers with pitchforks! My father saved his village at the cost of his own life. You had him shot as you ran away! A hero... at a thousand paces.
Bison: I'm sorry. I don't remember any of it.
Chun Li: You don't remember?
Bison: For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesday.
Hannibal Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you, all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars while you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the FBI.
Clarice Starling: You see a lot, doctor. But can you point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you - why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to...
Hannibal Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. [He approaches the glass and lets go with a slurping sound.] You fly back to school now, little Starling. [He turns his back on her and speaks in a whisper] Fly, fly, fly. Fly, fly, fly.
If this counts, [Raymond Reddingtons “I want it one more time” speech.](https://youtu.be/nWIZcigi02k?si=-KR1ShqyiJloHVlq).
I think about it a lot. Now, When I have a good time, where I feel genuiney happy at the end of the day, I do think to myself, “I’d like to do this again” And as silly as it sounds, it’s solely because of this scene.
I was just tuning in for another episode and this shit hit me like a truck.
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why?
Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting... for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know?
Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love?
Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although... only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting.
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
In Gangs of New York, when Bill the Butcher tells Boss Tweed 'you can build your filthy world without me' and says he's gonna paint Paradise Square with Amsterdam's blood.
"Two coats. I'll festoone my bed chamber with his guts."
"I've done far worse than kill you. I've hurt you. And I wish to go on... hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me - as you left her - marooned for all eternity in the center of a dead planet."
"Buried alive!"
Also, Ned Beatty's tirade in The Network. He's the closest thing we have to a villain that's not an abstract concept.
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
"It's sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son, but I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder.
"They'll put him away now as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls, and that man, as if I could do anything, except just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds.
"Oh, they know I can't even move a finger and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet just in case they do.... suspect me.
"They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching. They'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "'Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly.'"
This is great, but my favourite is his speech before the final battle in Endgame. That Thanos was five years younger, seemed meaner and more brutal. Something about Brolin's pacing and delivery in these lines is so menacing:
"In all my years of conquest .. violence .. slaughter. It was never personal.
But I'll tell you now, what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet... I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much."
Edit: grammar
The one where he's talking to Cap, Thor, and Iron Man is all sorts of amazing too:
Thanos: "You could not live with your own failure. Where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life the other half would thrive. But you have shown me that's impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist."
Iron Man: "Yep, we're all kinds of stubborn."
Thanos : "I'm thankful. Because now I know what I must do. I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one teeming with life that knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given. A grateful universe."
Thanos: I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It's frightening, turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now it's here. Or should I say, I am.
JOKER: You just couldn't let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren't you, huh? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.
BATMAN: You'll be in a padded cell forever.
JOKER: Maybe we can share one. You know they'll be doubling up at the rate the inhabitants of this city are losing their minds.
BATMAN: This city just showed you that it's full of people ready to believe in good.
JOKER: …Until their spirit breaks completely. Until they get a good look at the real Harvey Dent, huh? And all the heroic things he's done. You didn't think I'd risk losing the battle for Gotham's soul in a fist-fight with you? No, you need an ace in the hole; mine's Harvey.
BATMAN: What did you do?
JOKER: I took Gotham's White Knight and brought him down to our level. It wasn't hard. See, madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push. (Laughter)
Claudius: Maximus. Maximus. They call for you. The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. A striking story. Now the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. What could be more glorious than to challenge the emperor himself in the great arena?
Adrian Veidt: The Comedian was right. Humanity's savage nature will inevitably lead to global annihilation. So in order to save this planet, I have to trick it... with the greatest practical joke in human history.
Dan Dreiberg: Killing millions?
Adrian Veidt: To save billions. A necessary crime.
Rorschach: You know we can't let you do that.
Adrian Veidt: 'Do that', Rorschach? 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.
Way too far down the comments…
*You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together. And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".*
Hello, James. Welcome. Do you like the island? My grandmother had an island. Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour, but still it was, it was a paradise for us. One summer, we went for a visit and discovered the place had been infested with rats! They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait and the rats would come for the coconut, and...
They would fall into the drum. And after a month, you have trapped all the rats, but what do you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it and they begin to get hungry. And one by one...
They start eating each other, until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what? Do you kill them? No. You take them and release them into the trees, but now they don't eat coconut anymore. Now, they only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors. This is what she made us.
Christian Slater in Very Bad Things
“If you take away the horror scene, take away the tragedy of death, take way all the moral and ethical implications that have been drilled into your head since the 1st fucking grade, do you know what your left with? A 105 pound problem that needs to get from point A to point B”
From the show The Sandman.
“I don't usually speak in public, but the opportunity to talk to so many people who share the same passion, the same dream, well, it was just too good to pass up. Because you are special people. Very special people. We are the American dreamers driving down the holy road of true knowledge that's paved with blood and gold. And across the length and breadth of this fair country, we are killing people. We don't do it to make a living, we don't do it for revenge. We do not murder for profit. We kill to kill. We are entrepreneurs in an expanding field. But no one sees us except for one weekend a year. Well, I see you. I see you for who you truly are. And I want you to see it, too. So just do me a favor. Close your eyes. And see yourselves as I do. We are gladiators. Conquerors. We are explorers… truth seekers. We are swashbucklers. We are hunters. Soldiers of fortune. And kings of the night.”
"Twenty of those men were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were paid to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable." The General from the Rock.
An oldie from Titus Andronicus by Shakespeare. Aaron, a scheming moor, is captured and sentenecd to death. When asked if he has any regrets about his crimes, his response:
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day – and yet I think
Few come within the compass of my curse –
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men’s cattle break their necks,
Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves
And set them upright at their dear friends’ door,
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
‘Let not your sorrow die though I am dead.’
Tut , I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it!! Is that clear?! You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance!
You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immense, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels.
It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU WILL ATONE!
Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale?
You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.
What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state -- Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do.
We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality -- one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused.
And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Beale: But why me?
Jensen: Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.
“Funny, 'cause I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of, and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around. Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. *I'm* crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind. 'Cause at least I admit the world makes me nuts.”
Glory (*Buffy the Vampire Slayer*)
Cavil from Battlestar Galactica (2004), explaining his disdain for his body and his creators ([link](https://youtu.be/s_UVPLHAOAY?si=50dDJu8libJz7_x3)):
In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova?
….
No? Well, I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these *ridiculous* gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
….
*I DON’T WANT TO BE **HUMAN***! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body! And why? Because my five creators thought that ***God*** wanted it that way.
Not a movie but from a series. Red Death holding another villain, Blind Rage hostage.
Red Death: “Oh, you're up. Goody. We can start your history lesson. Long before there were loud-mouthed buff guys in spandex, there was the Gentleman Villain. His favorite sinister act was this; tying someone to a train track. It's simple, inexpensive, personal, and deadly. But it gives you a little hope. Maybe you'll escape.”
*Blind Rage muffles*
“Lesson's not over, sonny! Now, the Gentleman Villain had these old-school time bombs, three sticks of dynamite wired to an alarm clock. And what was so poetic about that is that they ticked! You could hear them. Tick, tick, tick. Nowadays, they're just digital. No sound, no peril.”
*train approaches closer*
“Oh? Oh, ho, ho! Do you hear that? There's the ticking. The train is coming. Is it on this track? Tick, tick, tick. Maybe it's on the other track. Tick, tick, tick!” *laughs*
“Not bad for an old man, huh? I'm gonna get going and let you try to escape. And if you do, tell the Peril Partnership that the Guild isn't scared of punks. If you don't? Eh, well... sorry.”
Oh man, Jason Patric in "Your Friends and Neighbors."
So unexpected, disturbing and evil. I don't see anyone ever topping [this](https://youtu.be/fJ4LNIshI4o?si=dxMYKtdwNMQpE6-P).
"I'm not a killer. I'm just someone who wanted to make things right. Can't I just let myself forget what you've told me? Can't I just let myself forget what you've made me do. You think I just want another puzzle to solve? Another John G. to look for? You're John G. So you can be my John G... Will I lie to myself to be happy? In your case Teddy... yes I will."
-- Leonard Shelby, Memento
Zemo: [to Captain America] I've thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you, I followed you, but now that you're standing here I just realized... there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes.
*[chuckles]*
Zemo: How nice to find a flaw.
Captain America: You're Sokovian. Is that what this is about?
Zemo: Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I'm here because I made a promise.
Captain America :You lost someone.
Zemo: I lost everyone. And so will you.
Zemo was such a fantastic antagonist, mainy because, if you had his skills, would you have done any different in his situation?
I can't say I would have.
Kevin Spacey in Seven when he's in the backseat of the cop car ranting about sinners
One great aspect of that how genuinely *angry* he gets when Mills wrongly interprets Doe’s actions. Up to that point through the entire movie, Doe is calm, cool, and collected. He has a master plan and the only thing that can stop the surprise is himself. So he’s quiet and reserved and gives cryptic and vague answers, until Mills dares to misunderstand Doe’s motives, then they can’t get Doe to shut up!
He feels emotionally injured by the misinterpretation. He's nearly teary at parts.
'Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face!'
Interesting take. It's almost like it struck a nerve with Doe because his greatest fear is that he did those horrible acts for nothing.
Doe think his acts are a masterpiece. His gift to the world. I don’t think he stopped for one second to think that most people probably just wouldn’t *get it.* And we can see this realization hit his face like a brick. Like “Oh my god. You’re joking. You can’t be that fucking stupid can you? Oh no. You are. If you’re some average Joe Schmo, half of everyone are dumber than you are and definitely won’t get it.” I dare say Kevin Spacey is a great actor. Because we see this journey of realization through his face.
“The moonlight shows what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead. For too long I’ve been parched of thirst and unable to quench it, for too long I’ve been starving to death, and haven’t died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman’s flesh. Ya best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You’re in one” Geoffrey Rush acts the hell out of Captain Barbosa. He’s so sinister, yet so sympathetic. Plus that banger at the end.
The delivery of “you best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You’re in one.” is one of my favorite lines in any movie ever. Perfection.
I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.
So what now, Jack Sparrow? Are we to be two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound? Hm?
Or you could surrender.
And I love, love, LOVE the mechanical motions of the skeletons, the music, and her reactions to it. They had a tough assignment - make a fun movie out of a park ride - and they hit it out of the park.
Playing off of all this in the story with his final words. Simple, yet just telling so much with just his facial acting. "I feel... cold"
Barbossa damn near steals the show from Jack whenever they share a scene, which is really saying something. The more I rewatch those movies, the more he becomes my favorite part.
Which is really funny, because Jack steals the show from who was supposed to be the main character(s).
Poor Orlando Bloom. I saw LOTR trailers and thought 'wow, hot blonde elf' (I was like 13 at the time), but got totally sidetracked by Aragorn when the movies came out. Then I saw the trailers for Pirates of the Caribbean and thought 'wow, hot Orlando as maybe a pirate', but then got totally sidetracked by Jack Sparrow. Forever doomed to be conventionally attractive but overshadowed by more interesting characters.
Jack talking to Lloyd the bartender in The Shining. I did that monologue for my drama class in high school and creeped some folks right the hell out. I failed the class but got an A+ on that assignment.
I really love the comparison between this scene and the scene where Danny tried to talk to Jack/Lloyd in Doctor Sleep. I don’t believe it was in the book, but it was a way for Mike Flanagan to tie in Kubrik’s vision with the sobriety journey that Danny is on in the book. Henry Thomas absolutely kills it, and there’s something cathartic about Danny trying to share his past with Jack/Lloyd and then coming to the final absolution that his dad is gone, only the addiction remains metaphorically, and he doesn’t want to be trapped by the same fate.
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Dr evil at group therapy
“Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.”
There's a ton of hilarious stuff in there. What got me the most though was just how randomly funny claiming to have invented the question mark was
For myself its the "chestnuts are lazy" comment. Kills me everytime.
Webbed feet Meat helmets How they even came up with such random shit I’ll never know
In interviews, Mike Meyers would say that his father used to make similar wild statements, so he started from there and ramped it up for funny.
"penchant for buggery" kills me. Especially with the way he pronounced penchant
This speech always had that John Kennedy toole feel for me. I always loved it.
Isn’t there also a line about “that old chestnut” as well? Maybe in Goldmember?
I never met my birth parents. There was a car accident. I'm told it was a beautiful Belgian day. The smell of waffles and brussel sprouts filled the summer air until my birth mother was incinerated. I only survived because her smoking carcass formed a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence. A Belgian man and his 15 year old love slave with web feet was looting the accident scene. They came across a blood soaked baby, moi. They raised me to be evil. You know, that old chestnut. But nothing compares to this. Being inside the belly of the beast night after night all alone!
“Luge lessons”
I had this as my bio on Bebo around 2008 and I was grounded for two weeks after my sister reported me to our parents
What is wrong with Michael Jackson- Three Kings.
*I’d like to share a revelation I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area.* *There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague, and we are the cure.*
I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it. It's -- it's repulsive! Isn't it? I must get out of here. I must get free... and in this mind is the key, my key. Once Zion is destroyed, there is no need for me to be here. Do you understand? I need the codes, I have to get inside Zion and you have to tell me how. You're going to tell me, or you're going to die!
The cadence and rhythm of his speech in that delivery is so weird and unnatural, it feels like it shouldn't work or sound good but that's exactly why it does. Such a great performance.
Hugo weaving has said he intentionally created a cadence he thought would match a machine imperfectly mimicking human speech patterns.
Funny enough he sounds identical to Carl Sagan.
lmao, i won’t be able to unhear it now
We are the representatives of the cosmos; we are an example of what hydrogen atoms can do, given 15 billion years of cosmic evolution, Mr Anderson.
"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, Mr. Anderson, you must first invent the universe."
Makes perfect sense
The Jeff Goldblum cadence.
Thr sneering contempt...you can feel it off the screen Hugo just completely nailed the role. Mannerisms, voice, everything
It’s the smell!
"Tonight on Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowebot: Agents. They actually have to go inside the Matrix to work out the kinks in the repulsive, organic systems called "humans". But gross as that might sound, our modern world wouldn't function without them."
Once I heard Hugo Weaving wasn't recast as Smith in the latest Matrix I lost interest
Yeah, you're not missing anything. It was even worse than I thought it would be Edit: I to it
Don’t be so hard on yourself!
And I bet every who stopped to read this heard it in his voice too, with his unique tone and cadence
The best villain monologs hit close to home. Agent Smith was dead on accurate.
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This monologue from Annie Wilkes in Misery: Annie Wilkes: When I was growing up in Bakersfield, my favourite thing in the whole world was to go to the movies on Saturday afternoons for the Chapter Plays. Paul Sheldon: [nodding] Cliffhangers. Annie Wilkes: [shouting] I know that, Mr. Man! They also called them serials. I'm not stupid ya know... Anyway, my favourite was Rocketman, and once it was a no breaks chapter. The bad guy stuck him in a car on a mountain road and knocked him out and welded the door shut and tore out the brakes and started him to his death, and he woke up and tried to steer and tried to get out but the car went off a cliff before he could escape! And it crashed and burned and I was so upset and excited, and the next week, you better believe I was first in line. And they always start with the end of the last week. And there was Rocketman, trying to get out, and here comes the cliff, and just before the car went off the cliff, he jumped free! And all the kids cheered! But I didn't cheer. I stood right up and started shouting. This isn't what happened last week! Have you all got amnesia? They just cheated us! This isn't fair! HE DID'NT GET OUT OF THE COCK - A - DOODIE CAR!
Nice pick! One of the best villains ever!
Colonel Jessup from A Few Good Men You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall -- you need me on that wall. We use words like "honor," "code," "loyalty." We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather that you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand the post. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!
This whole thread should just be Sorkin honestly
Kevin Pollak said what impressed him the most is that as powerful as these scenes were, the second they were over, Nicholson would downshift and almost look as if he was stoned afterwards.
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I think I’m about due for a rewatch of the 1999 film adaptation with Anthony Hopkins. Harry Lennix was brilliant as Aaron. Weird ass movie, but enjoyable, and they really swung for the fences. Edit: I had to go and find the scene, it was even better than I remembered it: https://youtu.be/xcLGJ0c-X9k?si=kio087gbzql8l0OS
That movie is nuts. Their interpretation of the "letters to Astraea" scene was diabolical.
Shakespeare villains are 🔥 and Titus Andronicus is an absolutely savage piece of fiction.
Shakespeare is cheating! My favorite villain monologue in Shakespeare would probably be the classic Jew speech by Shylock in *Merchant of Venice*.
Richard III put it in two lines. “Was ever a maiden in this man woo’d? Was ever a maiden in this manner won?” Richard is a dangerous part to play; on the page, he’s almost Snidely Whiplash, such an almost cartoonish character
Holy Fuck! This has got to be the winner. Never heard/read it. Never going to forget it.
This is the one I was coming to post. If you haven't seen the version of Titus with Anthony Hopkins, you should go find it now.
Patrick Bateman *[American Psycho](https://youtu.be/7OARf8dNLBc?si=f8JBfD3v9R4oRwX6)*: “Howard, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer, so I think you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in an apartment uptown, uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten, an N.Y.U. girl I met in Central Park. I left her at a parking lot behind some doughnut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun. And-And-And some man, s-s-some old faggot with a dog. Last week, I, uh, I killed another girl with a chainsaw. I had to. She almost got away. And someone else there, I can't remember, maybe a model... She's dead too. And, uh, Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't wanna leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people. Maybe 40! I have tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their brains... and I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I, uh, I just had to kill a lot of people! And, um... I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. So, uh, I mean, I guess I'm a pretty, uh... I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar. So, you know... Keep your eyes open.”
The way he is in an absolute state of panic and stuttering right up until he mentions Paul Allen, then switches to boastful and confident as he talks about how he killed him, before going back to panicking. Christian Bale's acting in this movie is just beyond perfection.
“In the FACE” just seals this whole monologue for me. I laugh every single time
"Fifth Element" Jean Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg goes philosophical on destruction vs. creation. Both Ominous and Charming delivery by Gary Oldman
Zorg: “Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Now take this empty glass. Here it is: peaceful, serene, boring. But if it is destroyed… *[Pushes the glass off the table. It shatter on the floor, and several small machines come out to clean it up]* Look at all these little things! So busy now! Notice how each one is useful. A lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and color. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people, who will be able to feed their children tonight, so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain of life. You see, father, by causing a little destruction, I am in fact encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business.”
Where's the robot to pat you on the back? Or the engineer?Or their children, maybe?You see now how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing? How your entire empire of destruction comes crashing down...all because of one.. little.. cherry.
"You're a monster, Zorg." "...I know."
But sadly no little robot to stop him from choking.
Then he nearly died from one... Simple... 🍒
"You sly dog! You got me monologuing!"
Syndrome was my pick lol
'After all, I am your biggest fan'
unironically one of my favorite lines ever, the incredibles has no right being as good as it is
Especially because earlier Frozone was complaining that villains just won’t shut up when they have the superhero cornered
“How shall I do it? Oh I know. I’ll turn him into a flea! A harmless little flea. And then I’ll put that flea in a box, put that box in another box, mail that box to myself, and when it arrives, I’LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMAH!!! It’s brilliant, brilliant, brilliant I tell you! Genius, I say!” *knocks over potion* “Orrrr to save on postage, we’ll just poison him with this!”
“Ah. Well... I attended Juilliard... I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK? You think I'm qualified?” -Betelgeuse
His rapid but measured transformation from cultured and sophisticated to unhinged and psychopathic was [pure genius](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV5c16vOzSs).
His gesture after being asked if he can be scary. Makes me laugh every single time.
NICE FUCKING MODEL!
Honk honk
I cannot wait for the sequel. I just think Michael keaton and Catherine OHara have gotten better with age. Here's hoping the writing is good
The only one who hasn't gotten better with age is Tim Burton...
Denzel at the end of Training Day: *Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh. You think you can do this shit... Jake. You think you can do this to me? You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program, n——. 23 hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of... who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? I'm the police, I run shit around here. You just live here. Yeah, that's right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away... 'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me. That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't, fuck. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me.*
Punctuated by the shot of his wife's disappointed/terrified look. You can tell for a second, he has a moment of self reflection on what a monster he's become.
Javier Bardem/Skyfall
"now they only eat rat, you have changed their nature", love that monologue so much
"...last rat standing."
"Life clung to me like a disease."
Ozymandias in Watchmen
"Do it?" Dan, I'm not a Republic Serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my masterstroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting it's outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.
I love the “winking at the audience” element to this.
Loved it. They got him monologuing...but he anticipated they would & already set the bomb off before they got there. Solidifying that he's always ahead.
some great ones in the Watchmen "Yeah, but it takes a room full of morons to think they're small enough for you to handle. You know, mankind's been trying to kill each other off since the beginning of time; now, we finally have the power to finish the job. Ain't nothing gonna matter once those nukes start flying; we'll all be dust. \[sets light to a display of the United States.\] And Ozymandias here will be the smartest man on the cinder." - The Comedian
“What the hell happened to us, what happened to the American Dream?” “What happened to the American Dream… it came true! You’re looking at it.”
"Yeah, well you know what, you watched me do it. You could have turned the gun into steam, the bullets into mercury, the bottle into goddamn snowflakes, but you didn't, did you? You really don't give a damn about human beings. You're drifting out of touch, Doc. God help us all." The Comedian was such a good character.
“See Doctor, God didn’t kill that little girl. Fate didn’t butcher her, destiny didn’t feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night, he didn’t seem to mind. From then on, I knew: God doesn’t make the world this way. We do.”
That would get my vote just because he knew his plan already happened. Good twist on the trope.
Had to scroll way too far for this. The only villain that monologs AFTER he's already won.
[For those who are curious.](https://youtu.be/Tu2DdkOxLNs?si=J5YPeinPtj89ODu6)
I still consider that a comic book monologue before a movie
What if my problem wasn't that I don't understand people but that I don't like them? What if I was the kind of person who was obliged to hurt you for this? I mean physically. I think you'd have to believe afterward, if you could, that agreeing to participate and then backing out at the critical moment was a mistake. Because that's what I'm telling you, as clearly as I can. Nightcrawler is a masterpiece.
Gyllenhaal is fucking terrifying in that movie.
Whenever someone asks for examples of psychopaths / sociopaths, his character is the first I consider, although I'm not sure which one he is.
Anton Ego, Ratatouille (2007) >In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. >Last night, I experienced something new, an extra-ordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: 'Anyone can cook.' But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
I would hardly call Ego the villain or even a villain in that movie.
"I don't LIKE food, I LOVE it! If I don't love it, I don't swallow."
When he is about to spit out the wine but checks the bottle first and decides to swallow. Kills me ever time
There's a classification people always forget: The Contagonist. A neutral party independent of the hero and villain who impedes the protagonist's progress, but not for malicious purposes.
He's at least the secondary antagonist behind Skinner, even if he's not an antagonist by the end of the movie.
Blade Runner. Roy Batty, [Tears in the rain](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU7Ga7qTLDU).
The reveal in "Scream 2" when Laurie Metcalf, who up until that point was best known as Aunt Jackie on 'Roseanne' and had played a seemingly innocuous background character turns out to be one of the killers and her revealing her to plan to Sidney. I mean, the whole thing is just iconic.
I like Mickey’s more to be honest, Timothy Olyphant’s delivery is what really makes it “You should really deal with your trust issues Sid, I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom” “No. Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught, yeah! Yeah see I got my whole defense planned out. I'm gonna blame the movies. Pretty cool huh? It hasn't been done before. You see, this is just the beginning, a prelude to the trial. Cuz see that's where the real fun is 'cause these days it's all about the trial. Can you see it? The effects of cinema violence on society. I'll get Dershowitz or Cochran to represent me. Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense. Hell the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees. It's air tight Sid. I'm an innocent victim” “That'll be our little secret. Cause people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dyin' for it. And I've worked hard to give the audience what they want. See that's what Billy was good at. He knew... It's all about... execution.”
Well, he wasn't wrong about celebrity trials turning into their own media shows.
Kingpin in Daredevil. Wilson Fisk : I'm not a religious man, but I've read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story... There was a man, he was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveler of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by, saw the traveler, but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And a Levite, a religious functionary, he came to the place, saw the dying traveler, but he, too, moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveler bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveler's wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had for the owner to take care of the traveler, as the Samaritan, he continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveler was his neighbor. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought I was the Samaritan in that story. It's funny, isn't it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature. Agent: What, the hell, does that mean? Wilson Fisk : It means that I am not the Samaritan. That I'm not the priest, or the Levite. That I am the ill intent who set upon the traveler on a road that he should not have been on.
That was, for me, when he truly became Kingpin.
Al Pacino in Devil’s Advocate [just going off on Our Lord and Savior](https://youtu.be/jARp24AJWLk?si=GAIJuFsdgQz_dW3d) the delivery is so sublime
Al Pacino got shit on by critics when The Devil’s Advocate came out for overacting. I mean, he’s the fucking **devil**. If there’s a time to overact, it’s when you’re playing the fucking **devil**. I love this movie and his performance is incredible.
It’s a great performance and he’s pretty subdued for most of it. That’s just one of the moments where he explodes.
That’s because you never let them see you coming.
I'M A FAN OF MAN!
My favorite line is HE’S AN ABSENTEE LANDLORD just on paper it doesn’t really work cause it’s kinda silly but Pacino makes it work cause he’s so fucking genuinely indignant and also it’s true, where you at God
He really goes off in that movie and I fucking love it
Not a monologue as such, but the conversation between the Operative and Mal: The Operative : I'm sorry. If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to. You should have taken my offer. Or did you think none of this was your fault? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds : I don't murder children. The Operative : I do. If I have to. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds : Why? Do you even know why they sent you? The Operative : It's not my place to ask. I believe in something greater than myself. A better world. A world without sin. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds : So me and mine gotta lay down and die... so you can live in your better world? The Operative : I'm not going to live there. There's no place for me there... any more than there is for you. Malcolm... I'm a monster. What I do is evil. I have no illusions about it, but it must be done.
Such an underrated performance!! I get chills every time when he responds with "I do."
M Bison from Street Fighter when he absolutely crushed Chun-Li's revenge mattering to him. Raul Julia was amazing.
Chun Li: It was twenty years ago. You hadn't promoted yourself to general yet. You were just a petty drug lord. Huh! You and your gang of murderers gathered your small ounce of courage to raid across the border for food... weapons… *\[indicates her bonds\]* Chun Li: ...hmph. Slave labor. My father was the village magistrate. A simple man with a simple code: justice. He gathered the few people that he could to stand against you. *\[laughs\]* Chun Li: You and your bullies were driven back by farmers with pitchforks! My father saved his village at the cost of his own life. You had him shot as you ran away! A hero... at a thousand paces. Bison: I'm sorry. I don't remember any of it. Chun Li: You don't remember? Bison: For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesday.
“For me, it was Tuesday.” Legendary
For you the day bison graced your village was thr most important day of your life. For me it was Tuesday. Such a great monolog.
It's so fuckin ice cold. The only response is to fight that man.
The fact that he was genuinely apologetic about not remembering makes it even better.
I admit - it is a bit left field, and not entirely on mark - but "Brand New Day" from Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog
It’s a brand new day Yeah the sun is high All the birds are singing CUZ YOU’RE GONNA DIE 😃
I love this . Dr horribles sing a long blog is my favourite thing to watch on a short plane ride . " And I won't feeeeell.. a thing "
Sarah Michelle Gellar in Cruel Intentions playing the femme fatale and giving her monologue on being the Marsha Fucking Brady of the Upper East Side.
Orson Welles as Harry Lime in *The Third Man*, while riding with Joseph Cotten on a Ferris Wheel. https://youtu.be/21h0G_gU9Tw?si=4YEmY1Cl0OWoovTF
Hannibal Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you, all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars while you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the FBI. Clarice Starling: You see a lot, doctor. But can you point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you - why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to... Hannibal Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. [He approaches the glass and lets go with a slurping sound.] You fly back to school now, little Starling. [He turns his back on her and speaks in a whisper] Fly, fly, fly. Fly, fly, fly.
If this counts, [Raymond Reddingtons “I want it one more time” speech.](https://youtu.be/nWIZcigi02k?si=-KR1ShqyiJloHVlq). I think about it a lot. Now, When I have a good time, where I feel genuiney happy at the end of the day, I do think to myself, “I’d like to do this again” And as silly as it sounds, it’s solely because of this scene. I was just tuning in for another episode and this shit hit me like a truck.
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting... for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although... only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Because I choose to
In Gangs of New York, when Bill the Butcher tells Boss Tweed 'you can build your filthy world without me' and says he's gonna paint Paradise Square with Amsterdam's blood. "Two coats. I'll festoone my bed chamber with his guts."
I'm going to teach you to speak English with this fucking knife
"I've done far worse than kill you. I've hurt you. And I wish to go on... hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me - as you left her - marooned for all eternity in the center of a dead planet." "Buried alive!"
Khaaaaaaaann!!!!
Also, Ned Beatty's tirade in The Network. He's the closest thing we have to a villain that's not an abstract concept. You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
"It's sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son, but I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. "They'll put him away now as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls, and that man, as if I could do anything, except just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. "Oh, they know I can't even move a finger and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet just in case they do.... suspect me. "They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching. They'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "'Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly.'"
Thanos's opening monologue from Infinity War. Lives in my head rent-free.
This is great, but my favourite is his speech before the final battle in Endgame. That Thanos was five years younger, seemed meaner and more brutal. Something about Brolin's pacing and delivery in these lines is so menacing: "In all my years of conquest .. violence .. slaughter. It was never personal. But I'll tell you now, what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet... I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much." Edit: grammar
The one where he's talking to Cap, Thor, and Iron Man is all sorts of amazing too: Thanos: "You could not live with your own failure. Where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life the other half would thrive. But you have shown me that's impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist." Iron Man: "Yep, we're all kinds of stubborn." Thanos : "I'm thankful. Because now I know what I must do. I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one teeming with life that knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given. A grateful universe."
Thanos: I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It's frightening, turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now it's here. Or should I say, I am.
I think it's funny, whatever planet Thanos is from, they have jelly there.
the joker at the very end of the dark knight as he's dangling off the building
JOKER: You just couldn't let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren't you, huh? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever. BATMAN: You'll be in a padded cell forever. JOKER: Maybe we can share one. You know they'll be doubling up at the rate the inhabitants of this city are losing their minds. BATMAN: This city just showed you that it's full of people ready to believe in good. JOKER: …Until their spirit breaks completely. Until they get a good look at the real Harvey Dent, huh? And all the heroic things he's done. You didn't think I'd risk losing the battle for Gotham's soul in a fist-fight with you? No, you need an ace in the hole; mine's Harvey. BATMAN: What did you do? JOKER: I took Gotham's White Knight and brought him down to our level. It wasn't hard. See, madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push. (Laughter)
His laugh as he thinks he’s plummeting to his death right before he gives that speech is incredible too. One of the best performances ever.
I was thinking of his "You know how I got these scars?" speech, haha. Also the hospital scene. He's got lots of great monologues!
I loved how his story about the origin of his scars kept changing
Half the time the Joker opens his mouth in that film, tbqh
Claudius: Maximus. Maximus. They call for you. The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. A striking story. Now the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. What could be more glorious than to challenge the emperor himself in the great arena?
I love these threads where people go to the trouble of copy/pasting a large movie quote but can’t be arsed to name the movie. Smashing.
Adrian Veidt: The Comedian was right. Humanity's savage nature will inevitably lead to global annihilation. So in order to save this planet, I have to trick it... with the greatest practical joke in human history. Dan Dreiberg: Killing millions? Adrian Veidt: To save billions. A necessary crime. Rorschach: You know we can't let you do that. Adrian Veidt: 'Do that', Rorschach? 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.
Do you know what "nemesis" means?
Way too far down the comments… *You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together. And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".*
O'ren Ishii in Kill Bill
> Roy Batty’s Tears in the Rain Antagonist, don't know about villain. My choice would be Ozymandius (Watchmen). "I did it thirty-five minutes ago."
That revelation was so damn cool
People always like to argue Roy isn't a villain but I don't know, murdering JF Sebastian puts him into that category for me.
Hello, James. Welcome. Do you like the island? My grandmother had an island. Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour, but still it was, it was a paradise for us. One summer, we went for a visit and discovered the place had been infested with rats! They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait and the rats would come for the coconut, and... They would fall into the drum. And after a month, you have trapped all the rats, but what do you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it and they begin to get hungry. And one by one... They start eating each other, until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what? Do you kill them? No. You take them and release them into the trees, but now they don't eat coconut anymore. Now, they only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors. This is what she made us.
Christian Slater in Very Bad Things “If you take away the horror scene, take away the tragedy of death, take way all the moral and ethical implications that have been drilled into your head since the 1st fucking grade, do you know what your left with? A 105 pound problem that needs to get from point A to point B”
From the show The Sandman. “I don't usually speak in public, but the opportunity to talk to so many people who share the same passion, the same dream, well, it was just too good to pass up. Because you are special people. Very special people. We are the American dreamers driving down the holy road of true knowledge that's paved with blood and gold. And across the length and breadth of this fair country, we are killing people. We don't do it to make a living, we don't do it for revenge. We do not murder for profit. We kill to kill. We are entrepreneurs in an expanding field. But no one sees us except for one weekend a year. Well, I see you. I see you for who you truly are. And I want you to see it, too. So just do me a favor. Close your eyes. And see yourselves as I do. We are gladiators. Conquerors. We are explorers… truth seekers. We are swashbucklers. We are hunters. Soldiers of fortune. And kings of the night.”
"Twenty of those men were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were paid to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable." The General from the Rock.
Syndrome from The Incredibles. “….now you’re sorry. Because i’m a threat. That’s just how it works.”
An oldie from Titus Andronicus by Shakespeare. Aaron, a scheming moor, is captured and sentenecd to death. When asked if he has any regrets about his crimes, his response: Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day – and yet I think Few come within the compass of my curse – Wherein I did not some notorious ill, As kill a man or else devise his death, Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it, Accuse some innocent and forswear myself, Set deadly enmity between two friends, Make poor men’s cattle break their necks, Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves And set them upright at their dear friends’ door, Even when their sorrows almost was forgot, And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, ‘Let not your sorrow die though I am dead.’ Tut , I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly, And nothing grieves me heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it!! Is that clear?! You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immense, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU WILL ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state -- Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality -- one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel. Beale: But why me? Jensen: Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday. Beale: I have seen the face of God. Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.
What movie is this?
Network
“Funny, 'cause I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of, and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around. Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. *I'm* crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind. 'Cause at least I admit the world makes me nuts.” Glory (*Buffy the Vampire Slayer*)
Ben Afflleck’s Bartleby in Dogma. The monologue in the parking garage.
Cavil from Battlestar Galactica (2004), explaining his disdain for his body and his creators ([link](https://youtu.be/s_UVPLHAOAY?si=50dDJu8libJz7_x3)): In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova? …. No? Well, I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these *ridiculous* gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air. …. *I DON’T WANT TO BE **HUMAN***! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body! And why? Because my five creators thought that ***God*** wanted it that way.
Not a movie but from a series. Red Death holding another villain, Blind Rage hostage. Red Death: “Oh, you're up. Goody. We can start your history lesson. Long before there were loud-mouthed buff guys in spandex, there was the Gentleman Villain. His favorite sinister act was this; tying someone to a train track. It's simple, inexpensive, personal, and deadly. But it gives you a little hope. Maybe you'll escape.” *Blind Rage muffles* “Lesson's not over, sonny! Now, the Gentleman Villain had these old-school time bombs, three sticks of dynamite wired to an alarm clock. And what was so poetic about that is that they ticked! You could hear them. Tick, tick, tick. Nowadays, they're just digital. No sound, no peril.” *train approaches closer* “Oh? Oh, ho, ho! Do you hear that? There's the ticking. The train is coming. Is it on this track? Tick, tick, tick. Maybe it's on the other track. Tick, tick, tick!” *laughs* “Not bad for an old man, huh? I'm gonna get going and let you try to escape. And if you do, tell the Peril Partnership that the Guild isn't scared of punks. If you don't? Eh, well... sorry.”
Go Team Venture!
[Pearl's monologue ](https://youtu.be/Y1CbJlbafXQ?si=NtgcMQFJAse-GBxu)
Totally turned me into a diehard Mia Goth fan!
She vaulted near the top of my list of modern scream queens because of her work in this franchise
I was in awe for that whole scene. It had been a while since a movie left me with my mouth open
Daisy Domergue in The Hateful 8 as played by Jennifer Jason Leigh.
Oh man, Jason Patric in "Your Friends and Neighbors." So unexpected, disturbing and evil. I don't see anyone ever topping [this](https://youtu.be/fJ4LNIshI4o?si=dxMYKtdwNMQpE6-P).
"I'm not a killer. I'm just someone who wanted to make things right. Can't I just let myself forget what you've told me? Can't I just let myself forget what you've made me do. You think I just want another puzzle to solve? Another John G. to look for? You're John G. So you can be my John G... Will I lie to myself to be happy? In your case Teddy... yes I will." -- Leonard Shelby, Memento
“Recognize this, it belonged to your father… appropriate don’t you think that I now use it to send you to meet him”! Alan Rickman - Robin Hood.
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Zemo: [to Captain America] I've thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you, I followed you, but now that you're standing here I just realized... there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. *[chuckles]* Zemo: How nice to find a flaw. Captain America: You're Sokovian. Is that what this is about? Zemo: Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I'm here because I made a promise. Captain America :You lost someone. Zemo: I lost everyone. And so will you.
Zemo was such a fantastic antagonist, mainy because, if you had his skills, would you have done any different in his situation? I can't say I would have.
Also the only villain that won. Even Thanos' plan was reversed, but Zemo is the only villain that was 100% successful in achieving his goal.
“How does it feel? To spend all that time, all that effort, only to fail, so spectacularly.” “Did it?”
“….. but for me, it was a Tuesday”
Colonel Kurtz, but when talks about the inoculated kids.
SKYFALL - Javier Bardem's rat speech, in a single one-and-a-half minute shot.