the king

Sadye 2021-12-11 08:01:14

I like this work very much. It is absurd, bitter, stubborn, and true, and it shows incisively and vividly.

The first half of the pumpkin is like the most persistent and most hardworking, but humble, poor bug who has the most extreme self-confidence to support himself. He really doesn’t understand what Jack means. Does he really think he is optimistic about himself? Obviously he is not. He just needs a reason, a reason to support himself to admit himself, to trick himself into persevering, so if Jack gives him a little encouragement, even if it is polite, he will catch it as a life-saving straw. Because he has to lie to himself, to lie to himself to continue, as long as he has not reached the stage of tearing his face, he has to lie to himself.

So when he was thrown out by the security guard, he said that Jack didn't think that way. When he was rejected by the secretary, he said that Jack might not have seen the tape at all. The reason for these extremely pitiful and dog-licking was just that he was lying to himself. Until when? It wasn't until Jack confronted Jack again, even when Jack wanted to call the police, that all the veils were pierced.

His kidnapping was so light and breezy, but it was very enjoyable. It turned out that the TV station said that i am pumpkin was totally ignored. Later, everyone knew who he was, and he really realized his dream.

In terms of the ending, I tend to think that he is dreaming and fantasizing. If Martin meant that the American Dream was a success, the whole film's intention would have fallen a lot in my opinion, and it would become a story that takes shortcuts to success, losing all the irony, even if it is a dream or a true open ending. The intention is untenable, and only when everything is nothing can hold up this absurd and helpless story.

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The King of Comedy quotes

  • Rupert Pupkin: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rupert Pupkin. I was born in Clifton, New Jersey... which was not at that time a federal offense. Is there anyone here from Clifton? Oh, good. We can all relax now. I'd like to begin by saying... my parents were too poor to afford me a childhood. But the fact is that... no one is allowed to be too poor in Clifton. Once you fall below a certain level... they exile you to Passaic. My parents did put the first two down payments on my childhood. Don't get me wrong, but they did also return me to the hospital as defective. But, like everyone else I grew up in large part thanks to my mother. If she were only here today... I'd say, "Hey, ma, what are you doing here? You've been dead for nine years!" But seriously, you should've seen my mother. She was wonderful. Blonde, beautiful, intelligent, alcoholic. We used to drink milk together after school. Mine was homogenized. Hers was loaded. Once they picked her up for speeding. They clocked her doing 55. All right, but in our garage? And when they tested her... they found out that her alcohol had 2% blood. Ah, but we used to joke together, mom and me... until the tears would stroll down her face... and she would throw up! Yeah, and who would clean it up? Not dad. He was too busy down at O'Grady's... throwing up on his own. Yeah. In fact, until I was 13 I thought throwing up was a sign of maturity. While the other kids were off in the woods sneaking cigarettes... I was hiding behind the house with my fingers down my throat. The only problem was I never got anywhere... until one day my father caught me. Just as he was giving me a final kick in the stomach for luck... I managed to heave all over his new shoes! "That's it", I thought. "I've made it. I'm finally a man!" But as it turned out, I was wrong. That was the only attention my father ever gave me. Yeah, he was usually too busy out in the park playing ball with my sister Rose. But today, I must say thanks to those many hours of practice my sister Rose has grown into a fine man. Me, I wasn't especially interested in athletics. The only exercise I ever got was when the other kids picked on me. Yeah, they used to beat me up once a week... usually Tuesday. And after a while the school worked it into the curriculum. And if you knocked me out, you got extra credit. There was this one kid, poor kid... he was afraid of me. I used to tell him..."Hit me, hit me. What's the matter with you? Don't you want to graduate?" Hey, I was the youngest kid in the history of the school to graduate in traction. But, you know, my only real interest right from the beginning, was show business. Even as a young man, I began at the very top collecting autographs. Now, a lot of you are probably wondering... why Jerry isn't with us tonight. Well, I'll tell you. The fact is he's tied up. I'm the one who tied him. Well, I know you think I'm joking... but, believe me, that's the only way... I could break into show business... by hijacking Jerry Langford. Right now, Jerry is strapped to a chair... somewhere in the middle of the city. Go ahead, laugh. Thank you. I appreciate it. But the fact is, I'm here. Now, tomorrow you'll know I wasn't kidding... and you'll think I was crazy. But, look, I figure it this way. Better to be king for a night than schmuck for a lifetime. Thank you. Thank you.

  • Secretary: Is Mr. Langford expecting you?

    Rupert Pupkin: Yes, I don't think he is.