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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

best of the coen brothers

the coen brother's directing style would be described as eccentric, sarcastic, brutally violent, and ironic. i love watching their films. you never know exactly what to expect from them and that's what makes them so fascinating i think.

my personal favorites:

charlie: i could tell you some stories...
barton: sure you could and yet many writers do everything in their power to insulate themselves from the common man, from where they live, from where they trade, from where they fight and love and converse naturally their work suffers and regresses into empty formalism and... well i'm spouting off again, but to put it in your language, the theatre becomes as phony as a three-dollar bill!
charlie: well i guess that's a tragedy right there!


"the world is full of complainers. but the fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. i don't care if you're the pope of rome, president of the united states, or even man of the year--something can always go wrong. and go ahead, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help--watch him fly. now in russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else-- that's the theory, anyway. but what I know about is texas...and down're on your own."


"so that was mrs. lundegaard on the floor in there. and i guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. and those three people in brainerd. and for what? for a little bit of money. there's more to life than a little money, you know. don'tcha know that? and here ya are, and it's a beautiful day. well. i just don't understand it."


anton chigurh: what's the most you ever lost on a coin toss.
gas station proprietor: sir?
anton chigurh: the most. you ever lost. on a coin toss.
gas station proprietor: i don't know. i couldn't say.
[chigurh flips a quarter from the change on the counter and covers it with his hand]
anton chigurh: call it.
gas station proprietor: call it?
anton chigurh: yes.
gas station proprietor: for what?
anton chigurh: just call it.
gas station proprietor: well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
anton chigurh: you need to call it. i can't call it for you. it wouldn't be fair.
gas station proprietor: i didn't put nothin' up.
anton chigurh: yes, you did. you've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. you know what date is on this coin?
gas station proprietor: no.
anton chigurh: 1958. it's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. and now it's here. and it's either heads or tails. and you have to say. call it.
gas station proprietor: look, i need to know what i stand to win.
anton chigurh: everything.
gas station proprietor: how's that?
anton chigurh: you stand to win everything. call it.
gas station proprietor: alright. heads then.
[chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads]
anton chigurh: well done.
[the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while chigurh starts out]
anton chigurh: don't put it in your pocket, sir. don't put it in your pocket. it's your lucky quarter.
gas station proprietor: where do you want me to put it?
anton chigurh: anywhere not in your pocket. where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. which it is.
[chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]


parole board guy: you're not just tellin' us what we wanna hear?
h.i. mcdunnough: no sir, no way.
parole board guy: cause we just want to hear the truth.
hi: well, then i guess i am tellin' you what you wanna hear.
parole board guy: boy, didn't we just tell you not to do that?
hi: yes sir.
parole board guy: ok then.