"fuck you" monologue from "25th Hour"
No, Fuck You
written by David Benioff, from his novel
(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
(He takes a breath and tries to rub away the words.)
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25th hour was great, but this is best moment in the whole movie.
What?
woah, that came outta nowhere
While watching the movie, I thought that felt a little Palaniuk.
I thought the scene was really cool, because he lays all that on you, and then in the end, he acknowledges that he's the one who's responsible for himself and his situation.
and it kind of feels like their trying to give the audience the same choice to make. whether WE want to blame the rest of the world, or take responsibility.
[QUOTE]FUNK IT WET; 6 DAYS[/QUOTE] -the prophesy in Maddie's orange juice squirts.
I'm heartbroken that this isn't released to video until February in the UK. I'll go back and cry in my corner now...
I've seen this movie over 20 times easy. I think it's brilliant. And that scene is a tough one to pull off for an actor. The movie has been on DVD forever now.
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and this might've been the best point in the movie. when Anna floats out thru the club...
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To carry on with tonight's bitchfest:
I hate Anna Paquin. EVER SINCE she was in The Piano. Buffalo Soldiers was almost tainted by her!And X-men! GRR! But, I admit she did fit her part in the 25th Hour, only because she's most likely to be playing herself, a really whiny spoilt brat.
I'd do it to her proper.
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This movie was pretty mediocre, guys.
And there's a thread about it every other week.
And every time - someone's gotta splooge all over themselves in excitement over this ridiculously overrated rant.
it's just so... pretentious? fuck if i know.
idiot. go read a book.
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:eek:
That was rather below the belt, bronskrat. He's right, the film is hyped on the cult, everyweek... (still, I felt like yacking about bullshit.)
By the way Bronskrat, when's David Benioff's next book out?
That was rather below the belt, bronskat.
Meh, he's just captain whineypants.
"oh man the cult is so lowbrow you fuckers need to grow up it used to be so awesome until you all started sucking and being so less smart than me. man i hate you guys for being so uncultured. :mad:"
i don't have a problem with people liking the movie, shit - people have different tastes. i am aware of this. i just don't get all the hype and the 'fuck you' monologue is the epitome of this. it gets the most attention and to me it came off as so much tripe. it's like "wow, he's so not politically correct at all and [i]doesn't even care![/i]"
and then he comes around and lays the blame on himself like he ought to. how touching.
i mean, i can't say it was a bad job on Norton's part, it's just the speech itself.
Well, it was an ignorant statement. At least back it up.
Dunno when the next book is out, but I think he's going to stick to writing screenplays. He recently got $1.8 Million for "Stay" and who knows what he got for "Troy". Why am I trying to write a book???
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oh man the cult is so lowbrow you fuckers need to grow up it used to be so awesome until you all started sucking and being so less smart than me. man i hate you guys for being so uncultured.
Now at least you can say I've said it!
And it's SENOR Whineypants!
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just cos i didn't back it up doesn't mean it's an ignorant statement. i mean, i don't have to say everything i'm thinking all at once, i can leave some for follow-up posts, which i was obviously doing as proven by my last post. and if that's not sufficient...
What I enjoyed about "25th Hour" – cinematography, use of the red/green/blue colors throughout the film, editing to show two angles although it repeated a section, the increasing feeling of dread, the increased dropping of frames to increase the sense of dread, the fantasy sequences, the shots of ground zero and addressing post-NY, how the story addresses the issues of trust and responsibility...
there's more but that's off the top of my head.
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to be honest i really ought to give this movie another go. i don't recall a lot of what happened in it, maybe it was the people i watched it with. sometimes that can really have a detrimental affect on what you think of a movie.
i still don't care for the monologue, though. that's one bit i remember well. i had heard about it prior to watching it, and it was just such a letdown. like - that's it? meh.
hype can really kill a movie.
this is not backstepping, btw. i said it was mediocre to begin with - not bad. :rolleyes:
I would suggest you give it another shot. There's a depth in that film that's not in a lot of films. The story line is very simple, really, and it's more about character relationships and NY.
Oh, and if you have the DVD, listen to Spike's commentary, it's pretty funny and interesting.
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I loved the movie, and the rant was my favorite part. Can something be over-rated if it's perfect? That scene WAS perfect.
copy/paste that to the 'ugh' thread plzthx.
now who is Captain Whineypants! OOH SNAP!
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that was directed at tetsuo.
The rant is great because it's exactly what a drug dealer would be thinking in that situation.
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I was looking for a snarky "Why did you bump this thread?" image. Apparently, google images associates this phrase with T 'n A
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