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satire on heroic revolution, good movie
Mavis 2022-01-29 08:06:06
It is said to be a very classic western movie, so I'll just do it, but it's definitely a classic war movie. It's absolutely beautiful. I like his definition of revolution: "Revolution is a group of scholars who run off to follow the poor, and it's not fair to you. If you want to change, then the poor people make a revolution, and they all go to die. The scholars are talking about eating and drinking, until everything is destroyed, and then they are rebuilt again!" A comprehensive destruction of morality and values, war, revolution, and heroes the irony.
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Selina 2022-03-16 09:01:08
Do we remember the reasons for joining the revolution in the first place? Why is the memory of the past now only unbearable? After such a long time, the passion at that time has already been smoothed out. Is the path chosen back then worth it? When John died, he found the answer. Even if he only had that time in his life full of passion, happiness and dreams, at least he was happy. For the beauty of those years, everything he lost and paid was worth it.
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Cletus 2022-03-22 09:02:50
A revolution is not a dinner party. A revolution is bloodshed. It is the overthrow of one class by another. "When I first picked up the bomb I trusted everyone, now I only trust the bomb".
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[Juan runs to escape a horde of revolutionaries, but is grabbed by John]
John H. Mallory: Where are you goin', for Christ's sake?
Juan Miranda: I don't know. I don't know, but something's wrong! I went into the bank. But when I go in the bank, there's nothing there, no money, nothing.
John H. Mallory: Oh, well, the bank and the money were transferred to Mexico City over a month ago. Well, they've been using this place for a political prison ever since.
[Juan suddenly cocks his gun at John, who chuckles]
Juan Miranda: What do you mean, a political prison?
John H. Mallory: Well, I never said a thing about money. All I asked you was if you wanted to get inside.
Juan Miranda: But you know that this bank is my life! This is my dream!
John H. Mallory: Well, the reality of that is... you just liberated a hundred and fifty patriots through sheer courage in the face of danger.
[giggles]
John H. Mallory: Ah, yes... you're a grand hero of the revolution now. Viva Miranda.
[the cheering crowd lifts Juan onto its shoulders]
Juan Miranda: I don't wanna be a hero! All I want is the money, the money!
John H. Mallory: VIVA MIRANDA!
Juan Miranda: You taught me one thing!
John H. Mallory: [laughing] What?
Juan Miranda: How to get FUCKED!
[gives John the finger]
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Juan Miranda: What kinda work you do for the German? Listen, I asked you a question. What do you do for the German?
John H. Mallory: I've been looking for silver.
Juan Miranda: Silver? You know something? I don't understand you. I don't understand how you waste your time and your holy water looking for silver. To me, that's a sin.
John H. Mallory: Do you have any better ideas?
Juan Miranda: Si, I think gold is better than silver.
John H. Mallory: Ah, there isn't any gold in these hills.
Juan Miranda: Oh ho, yes there is! In Mesa Verde.
John H. Mallory: Mesa Verde? It's a city.
Juan Miranda: Of course it's a city! Who ever heard of having a bank in the country, huh?
John H. Mallory: Uh huh. A bank?
Juan Miranda: Not "a bank." *The bank!* The most beautiful, wonderful, fantastic, gorgeous, magnificent bank in the whole world! When you stand before the bank and you see it has the gates of gold, like it was the gates of heaven. And when you go inside, everything, *everything* is gold! Gold spittoons, gold handles, and money, money, money is everywhere. And you know, I know 'cause I saw this when I was eight years old. I went there with my father. He tried to rob the bank, but they caught him. But they will never catch me, eh, Papa?
Papa Miranda: Right.
Juan Miranda: Listen, Firecracker. Now you listen to me... listen, why don't you come with me, eh? And we will work together... and we will become rich.
[chuckles]
Juan Miranda: What the hell is your name?
John H. Mallory: [wearily] Seán...
Juan Miranda: What?
John H. Mallory: John.
Juan Miranda: What is your name?
John H. Mallory: John.
Juan Miranda: [laughs] That's fantastic, that is incredible, eh! My name is Juan and yours is John! It's Juan and John, eh? Heh, heh!
John H. Mallory: So what?
Juan Miranda: What do you mean, "So what?" Can't you understand that is... that is... the... oh... ah... destiny.
[John remembers his girlfriend and friend]