The Departed Tidbits
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Emilia 2022-03-21 09:01:05
8.5 I haven't seen the Hong Kong version yet. I really like this remake of old Martin, which fully shows all aspects of the police and bandit struggle. The use of parallel editing highlights the struggles of the dual protagonists in the mirrored life. The supporting roles are equally brilliant. The handling in the last thirty minutes was unexpected, expressing the fate of inescapability.
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Jasmin 2022-03-22 09:01:05
The performance of the male lead male pair is very eye-catching-Nicholson has just realized in Flying Over the Mad Asylum two days ago that his hairstyle is still so unruly. But... this... copy homework... you have to take the initiative to change it consciously and dexterously...-. -
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Ellerby: So do you know why Queenan went into that building?
Colin Sullivan: No.
Dignam: Well, a better question is why the fuck were your guys following him?
Colin Sullivan: I told Internal Investigations to follow Captain Queenan.
Dignam: Why?
Colin Sullivan: That's Internal Investigations' business.
[Dignam hits Colin, starting a fight causing the other officers to intervene]
Dignam: Fucking piece of shit!
Colin Sullivan: Cocksucker! I don't have to fucking explain anything to anybody! I can fucking investigate anybody I fucking want to!
Dignam: [being held back] Let him go, come on.
Colin Sullivan: I don't give a fuck what you think! Captain, I've got reason to believe that Queenan got killed by his own fucking undercover.
Dignam: That's a fucking lie.
Colin Sullivan: [pointing to Dignam] He has fucking information in a locked file, as did Captain Queenan. I need access to those files.
Dignam: Hey, I forgot the password, but if you'd like to come down to the garage with me, I'd be happy to give it to you.
Colin Sullivan: [pushing towards Dignam] That's a fucking lie.
Dignam: [pushing towards Colin] Nobody calls me a liar!
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Frank Costello: Church wants you on your place. Kneel, stand, kneel, stand. If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you. A man makes his own way. No one gives it to you. You have to take it. "Non serviam."
Young Colin: James Joyce.
Frank Costello: Smart, Colin. Guineas from the north and down Providence try to tell me what to do. And, uh, something maybe happen to them. Maybe, uh, like that.
[cuts to Costello executing two people on beach]