Evil bastards I just love to hate III (just want jack on that wall)
Os "coutroom movies" não costumam ser brilhantes, são quase sempre clichézada para desencantar grandes finais moralistas e andam pelo registo da interpretação convincente sem grandes momentos para a posteridade.
A Few Good Men é uma excepção.
Quando Judi Dench foi nomeada para o óscar por uns escassos minutos de interpretação pelo sofrível "Shakespeare in Love" ( sem falar no inexplicável óscar da Gwineth-andei-com-os-gajos-mais-giros-de-Hollywood-e-arredores Paltrow), houve alguma surpresa.
Se houvesse um óscar para melhores dez minutos de interpretação deveria ir, isso sim, para o extraordinário Jack Nicholson a dar um arraial de pancada ao Tom Cruise no banco das testemunhas.
Os meus evil bastards preferidos dão tais arraiais de pancada aos bonzinhos que até dá gosto ver. Eclipsam-nos da tela e deixam que todas as empatias fiquem com quem não as merece.
Kevin Spacey serial-killer pregador como John doe no Seven, Marlon Branco amante castrador e sem escrupulos no ''Ultimo Tango em Paris", também Jack Nincholson como Joker no único Batman que vale a pena, Anthony Hopkins como Hannibal Lecter ou Clive- twisted-to-the-bones Owen em Closer.
Por isto, pelo que a seguir transcrevo, revejo sempre o filme naqueles sábados e domingos indolentes de repetição ad nauseam daqueles filmes que todos já vimos pelo menos uma vez.
Jack Nicholson (Col. Jessup): Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you dont talk about at parties, you don't want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand to post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Jack Nicholson (Col. Jessup): Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you dont talk about at parties, you don't want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand to post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
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