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Kailyn 2022-04-20 09:01:11

"Once Upon a Time in America" ​​begins with "Once Upon a Time in America". At that time, I asked a classmate to borrow a disc. After I took a bunch of junk, he finally couldn't help but help me choose ten films, including this famous gangster film. The first time I saw it, it was fragmented and half-understood. So I looked for a movie reviewer, and while comparing the detailed storyline, my head reflected the relevant pictures, all kinds of foreshadowing, and the arrangement of the grass snake and gray line. I read that article very slowly. After reading it, it was as if I replayed the movie in my head, and I understood the whole story without reading it a second time. This kind of magical feeling has never been seen again. Although my memory for images is quite good, in the case of incomprehension, I can remember almost all of the four hours of pictures, most of which are due to the refinement and depth of the film itself, and its power to reach people's hearts. Its narrative pace is slow and even protracted, but there is absolutely no nonsense.

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  • Clare 2022-03-24 09:01:16

    The last part where Deborah intercedes with the noodles is really shameless.

Once Upon a Time in America quotes

  • Bugsy: [Bugsy and his gang have beaten Noodles and Max] You don't work for me, you don't work for no-one!

    Young Max: I don't like bosses.

    Bugsy: You'd be better off you stayed in the Bronx.

    Young Max: Woulda been better for *you*, too!

    [Bugsy spits on him, and he and his gang walk off]

    Young Max: I'm gonna kill him one of these days...

    Young Noodles: Yeah? Meanwhile, it looks like he killed US!

  • Frankie Minaldi: Hey, Joe, tell these guys the story about the pussy being insured. What is it? Tell these guys how you stumbled on this whole thing. Tell them the story. Come on. Pussy insurance, the insurance pussies. Tell them that story.

    Joe Minaldi: Life is stranger than shit, that's all. It's a pisser. No big story. I got this insurance agent, this Jew kid named David. He conned me into every policy in the world. Every policy, name it, dogs, house, wife, life, anything. I'm drinking with the boys one night. He comes in with his wife, a brunette with a nice ass who works for a jeweller. And he's still on the hustle, this guy. So I wink at the guys, I say, "Look... the most serious policy, you don't have me covered for." He goes, "What's that, Joe?" "Cock insurance. You make me a policy that when it don't work, I get a payment. I'll write out a check now." He thinks, and he says, "I don't know if the actuality gauges govern this... but we can make a policy. But you gotta guarantee you're in good health now." I says, "Look, leave her with me. Come back and see if it stands up. If it stands up, you know I'm in good health." The jerk leaves her. I screw her. Not only that, she likes it. And she tells me when her boss, the jeweller is shipping stones to Holland, where he keeps his stash - in a drawer in the safe - everything! Can't ask for more, right? Except, one better. I never paid the first premium on the new cock policy.

    Max: [laughing] Cock insurance...

    Joe Minaldi: Life is funnier than shit. But... be easy with the girl. I mean that. Be easy with the girl.