Joe Buck and Ratso

Jaquan 2022-04-19 09:01:55

Joe Buck, a simple western cowboy, came to the Big Apple with a simple dream. Met Ratso (or Rizzo), a stubborn lame tramp who must be called Rizzo.
The delicate relationship between the two begins with deception. Ratso is down and out, and he's going to take on Joe Buck, an idiot who just came out of rural Texas. After easily swindling 20 bucks, Ratso introduced Joe Buck to a crazy religious extremist. This is what Joe Buck called the unforeseen, and in his imagination, everything should be simple. Tall and handsome appearance, smart and flexible mind, casually accosted on 42nd Street in New York, no rich woman can resist such temptation. From then on, he can live without food and clothing, forever intoxicated in the gentle village of the elderly woman. In my memory, my grandma is so loving, and with my grandma, I will always be so at ease. Joe Buck's ideal life is like this. Ratso's hate isn't just about cheating, he's unwittingly evoking Joe Buck's subconscious fear of religion. When I was a child, I almost drowned in baptism. Even if my grandmother was by my side, it seemed that I couldn't save it. Having such memories in childhood will undoubtedly have a lifelong impact on a person.
Why Ratso was lame, no one knows. All I know is that he has no wife, no children, and his illiterate father has long since passed away. He lives alone in an abandoned and dilapidated apartment, relying on petty theft to get by. Ratso's biggest wish is to leave the cold east in winter and go to the warm Florida, from now on, sunshine, beach and beauty. Although the wish seemed out of reach at the moment, Ratso always said it with certainty, "Yes, I will go to Miami in the winter and go there for vacation." How to make this wish come true?
Joe Buck and Ratso, two pitiful and self-deprecating people, seem so small in the crowd, but they each have a purpose. Survival is definitely the most important thing. When people are extremely humble and difficult, they can't even choose a way of life. Maybe only dreams are the only spiritual sustenance. Yes, the most pitiful thing is not poverty, but poverty without dreams.
These two are a wonderful combination. Joe Buck is naive idealistic, reckless and changeable, full of energy. Ratso is also idealistic, but he is more rational, has a clear understanding of reality, and his understanding of beliefs has risen to "theoretical heights", and he often "educates" Joe Buck with this. In fact, it is not such two people, they will come together. Joe Buck is cornered, Ratso is alone, and no one in the world needs each other more than they do. It's just that if it weren't for these two people, the story might not be so intriguing. Without Ratso, Joe Buck would go on a rampage and end up bruised, sinking, finding no direction, and not knowing when he would wake up. With Ratso, Joe Buck is still on a rampage, but it's not so simple, with two people's dreams on their shoulders. His own dream is second, the poor and sick Ratso, how to help him realize his last wish has become his most important thing. In the process, Joe Buck finally knows what he wants. But it has since gone on a path of no return.
Destiny makes Joe Buck want to be loved, but he never gets lasting love. Grandma loved him, but died. The girl in the Texas countryside loves him, but he is cruelly torn apart. In the end, even Ratso died.
In fact, when Joe Buck put his arms around the dead Ratso, it was not so much that he wanted to protect Ratso from reaching his dream place, but rather that he wanted to gain the courage to continue living from the dead Ratso. . . . . .

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Midnight Cowboy quotes

  • Joe Buck: I like the way I look. Makes me feel good, it does. And women like me, goddammit. Hell, the only one thing I ever been good for is lovin'. Women go crazy for me, that's a really true fact! Ratso, hell! Crazy Annie they had to send her away!

    Ratso Rizzo: Then, how come you ain't scored once the whole time you been in New York?

  • [At the gravesite of his father]

    Ratso Rizzo: He was even dumber than you. He couldn't even write his own name. "X," that's what it ought to say on that goddamn headstone, one big lousy "X". Just like our dump. Condemned by order of City Hall.