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bruno psychic scene (viewer discretion is advised)

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 14:20:38 +0200

well good luck with your life.

un misto foarte fin la adresa celor ce vorbesc cu spiritele.

gadjo dilo

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 14:05:30 +0200

Learn Finnish with bastards - The Solution

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 21:00:00 +0300

Am pus acum ceva vreme pe blog un link la un film care te invatza cum se injura in finlandeza.
Ca orice curs educativ, la sfarsit era pusa si o tema pentru acasa ... Iata solutia.

Mai multe .. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnish_profanity

terminus paradis

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 10:00:00 +0300

cea mai plictisitoare parte din film..

4 luni 3 saptamani si 2 zile aka romania cu cabluri rds

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 21:00:00 +0200

ca si idee nemescu se pisa pe mungiu.

4 sapt trei saptamani si 2 zile este filmul ideal de vazut in est, in rest ..

la blocul unde locuia mama doctorului se vedea cablul rds
pe holul hotelului se vedea senzorul de fum

mi-am dat seama pentru prima oara ca romania este tzara ideeala pentru filme cu buget mic, mai ales actiunea e prin anii 1950.
frate, ai nevoie de un loc dezolant, totul gata pregatit de marinari chiori si de guvernanti de tot cacatul ... vino in romania. e la fel din 1945 toamna.

discursul serios al doctorului din camera de hotel .. forestier.
imi dau seama de ce nu a existat pana de curand nici o "urma" a filmului pe dc sau altele ... pentru ca pe youtube exista deja o recenzie: filmul acela cu o blonda concurenta la miss smthing care spune: iraq, pace ,educatie, africa de sud, dragoste, america, putem, sistemul.

asta este celebrul film al lui mungiu, o aglomeratie de lucruri arhi cunoscute, un fel de strada plina de cacati de caine pe care, mergand, intr-un mod ametitor reusesti sa calci in ficare, si respectiv fiecare cacat este atat de proaspat si de necalcat incat mungiu iti prezinta detaliile intr-un muget lung si rasunator.

singurul motiv pentru care m-am uitat la film pana la capat a fost doar curiozitatea de a vedea cine ingroapa pe cine. se pare ca doar supararea e ingropata cu ce a mai ramas din meniul unei nunti. clasic dealtfel.

nu imi pot explica cum un film atat de sterp poate sa atraga atatea articole de ziar si atatea premii.
este atat de banal, de lipsit de orice ... nu m-ar mira ca acest film sa fie doar "aplaudat" pentru ca nu stiu in ce tzara se doreste interzicerea avortului, si aceasta o sa fie o propaganda excelenta.

TRANSCRIPT: The Departed (2006)

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 21:00:41 +0200

THE SOUTH BOSTON HOUSING PROJECTS. A MAZE OF BUILDINGS AGAINST THE HARBOR.

COSTELLO (V.O.)
I don�t want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product�of me.

COSTELLO (V.O.)
Years ago, we had the Church. That was only a way of saying we had each other. The Knights of Columbus were head-breakers. They took over their piece of the city.
EXT. SOUTHIE. VARIOUS
The neighborhood. 1980's. We won't be here long. This isn't where Costello ends up. It's where he began. Liquor stores with shamrocked signs. Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a job, we had the presidency. That�s what the niggers don�t realize. If I got one thing against the black chaps it's this. No one gives it to you. You have to take it.

==================

BILLY,
wearing a State Police sweatshirt is running, alongside BROWN a black trainee with specs.

BROWN
She tells me, you never finish anything.
(puff puff)
You finish the police course you get taken care of again baby.
(puff puff)
So after graduation
(puff puff)
I get a blowjob again.

BILLY
That's great. Your mom must be a wonderful woman.

BROWN
Fuck yourself.

==================

They solemnly toast uncle Jackie and his fate among the fucking guineas. Across the crowded room, BILLY is ordering at the bar.

BILLY
A cranberry juice.

WELL-DRESSED SCUMBAG AT BAR
It's a natural diuretic. My girlfriend drinks it when she got her period.
(to BILLY)
You got your period?

BILLY glances over at the table where MISTER FRENCH sits with SEAN, and then smashes his glass into the face of the WELL DRESSED SCUMBAG. He stands waiting for the SCUMBAG to get up he is grabbed and shoved against the wall by MISTER FRENCH. Popped into a pay phone hard. The pay phone comes off the hook.

BILLY
Get your hands off me.

MISTER FRENCH
Do you know me?

BILLY
No.

BILLY shakes his head no.
MISTER FRENCH
I'm the guy who tells you there are guys you hit and there are guys you don't. That's not quite a guy you can't hit, but it's almost a guy you can't hit, so I'm fucking ruling on it right now that you don't hit him, understand?

BILLY
Yeah. Excellent. Fine.

MISTER FRENCH
I know you. I know your family. Also I know you do another drug deal with your idiot fucking copmagnet cousin I'll forget your grandmother was very nice to me and cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?

BILLY
Yeah.

MISTER FRENCH
Now you know me.

BILLY
Yeah.
A beat: they stare at each other.

MISTER FRENCH
What are you drinking?

BILLY
Cranberry juice.

A beat.

MISTER FRENCH
What is it, your period?

BILLY laughs.

MISTER FRENCH
Get him a cranberry juice.

==================

My theory on Feds is they're like mushrooms. Feed 'em shit and keep in the dark.

==================

COSTELLO (CONT'D)
Good day, Fathers.

PRIESTS
(terrified and simultaneously)
Good morning [day], Francis, good morning.
The OLDER PRIEST is very nervous, looking around. The YOUNGER PRIEST concerned for his elder but personally not implicated.
COSTELLO leans over the OLDER PRIEST, a pathetic man.

COSTELLO
You recall our chat?
(the OLDER PRIEST nods, terrified)
"I am as God made me", was that what you said? May I remind you,
God don't run the bingo in this archdiocese.

YOUNG PRIEST
May I remind you, Mr. Costello, that pride comes before the fall.

COSTELLO
What comes before the Fall is the Summertime.

COSTELLO notices that THE NUN is heading back to the table.

COSTELLO (CONT'D)
How is Sister Mary Theresa doing?
We had a tasty relationship before she took her vows. Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers.

==================

COSTELLO (to translator)
How you going, Robert?

CHINESE TRANSLATOR
Tops, Mr. Costello. I want to tell you that at least two of these gents have machine guns.
COSTELLO takes it all in. The CHINESE GANGSTER looks like a Malay pirate. Costello�s gunmen are perched above, automatic weapons trained on the Triad.

CHINESE GANGSTER (in Cantonese, not subtitled)
Waiting, waiting. We almost departed! This man is from the Embassy. He will have to blow his brains out if he is captured. His entire family will be killed.

CHINESE TRANSLATOR
He�s a little upset.
COSTELLO
Tell him light on the starch.

CHINESE TRANSLATOR
(roughly translating)
He�s fronting the Chinese government and he�s just scared shitless.

COSTELLO
Government man. (loudly, to Chinese)
I�m concerned about Chinamen who think it's wise to bring automatic weapons to a business transaction.
The CHINESE GANGSTER interjects --

CHINESE GANGSTER
Ngup, Ngup, Ngup. Ngaw um ming. Kay ngup mutt. [Yap, yap, yap. I don�t understand. What is he saying?]
The CHINESE TRANSLATOR translates Costello�s statement about �concern.�
SEVERAL OF THE TRIAD, hearing a �automatic weapon,� stupidly raise their MACHINE GUNS. They don�t aim them.

COSTELLO
For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids none of us are carrying automatic weapons because here, in this country, it don�t add inches to your dick. You get a life sentence for it.
We (but no one else) hear a double click as MISTER FRENCH cocks a pistol behind his back.

CHINESE GANGSTER (in Cantonese)
Put away that machine gun.
The MACHINE GUN is put away.

COSTELLO
If these chinks want to nuke Taiwan any time in this century, you tell them they better shape up fast and show me one million dollars.
The CHINESE TRANSLATOR translates.

COSTELLO (CONT'D)
What we generally do in this country is one guy shows up with the items, and the other guy pays him. No tickee...no laundry.
COSTELLO gestures and a BOX of PROCESSORS is put on the floor. Opened. The CHINESE GANGSTER gestures and a case of money is put on the floor. Opened. FITZY looks at it, nods.

CHINESE GANGSTER
Nay tiey ching chaw yut bok mon. [Make sure it�s real. It�s a million dollars.]. ALTERNATE/ALSO
(insult): Ne dei yeeche ling ngnaw dong maw gok nay chun. [Next time you make me wait, I�m going to cut your dick off.]

COSTELLO
In English, thank you, also.

CHINESE GANGSTER
Du ne. [Fuck you.]
The deal is done.

COSTELLO
The expedition continues this way.

saw 4

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 18:00:00 +0300

saw 4 sau "ti-o trag si mort.", scuzati ideea prezindentiabila dar in fine .. se pare ca saw3 are o continuare .. saw4, in care desi atat tipul care planifica jocurile cat si aghiotanta lui drogata au murit .. iata ca din neant la sfarsitul lui octombrie cineva o sa omoare un negru.

hai noroc si sa iti traiasca srl.ul. (fie ca are CUI sau CF)

TRANSCRIPT: Pulp Fiction

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 08:45:35 +0200

Jules: Okay, so tell me again about the hash bars

Vincent: Okay, watcha wanna know?

Jules: Hash is legal now right?

Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't 100% legal. I mean, you can't just walk into a...restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffing away. I mean, they want you to smoke it in your home or certain designated places.

Jules: And those are hash bars

Vincent: Yeah, it breaks down like this, okay, it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and if you're the proprietor of a hash bars, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, but but, that doesn't matter, because...get a load of this, alright, if you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's the right the cops in Amsterdam DON'T have

Jules: Oh man, I'm going, that's all it is to it, I'm f**kin going

Vincent: I know baby, you dig it the most.....but you know the funniest thing about Europe is?

Jules: What?

Vincent: It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same sh*t over there that they got here, but it's just, it's just their's a little different

Jules: Example

Vincent: Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam, and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer in McDonald's. And you know what they call uh...a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

Vincent: nah man they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the f*ck a quarter pounder is

Jules: Then what do they call it?

Vincent: They call it, uh, Royale with Cheese

Jules: Royale with Cheese?

Vincent: That's right

Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: A Big Mac is a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac

Jules: Le Big Mac, (laughs) what do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I don't know, I didn't go into Burger King.....You know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

Jules: What?

Vincent: Mayonnaise

Jules: Damn, laughter

Vincent: I seen them do it man, they f**ckin drown them in that sh*t

Jules: Yuck

TRANSCRIPT: Be Cool

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 12:00:00 +0200

- Excuse me, Vladimir? I don't know how they do it in the Ukraine, but I believe I was here first.

- Be cool, nigger.

- Nigger?
- Have you lost your mind?
I mean, how is it that you can disrespect a man's ethnicity when you know we've influenced nearly every facet of white America, from our music to our style of dress, not to mention your basic imitation of our sense of cool... walk, talk, dress, mannerisms.
We enrich your very existence, all the while contributing to the gross national product through our achievements in corporate America.
It's these conceits that comfort me when I'm faced with the ignorant, cowardly, bitter and bigoted who have no talent, no guts, people like you who desecrate things they don't understand when the truth is you should say, "Thank you, man," and go on about your way.
But apparently, you're incapable of doing that.
So...

Racial epithets.
Why does it always come down to that?
Makes me sad for my daughter.

TRANSCRIPT: TWO FOR THE MONEY

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 06:45:00 +0200

INT. MANHATTAN APARTMENT - DAY

The GROUP sit in a circle, listen as a BUSINESSMAN, near tears, gives his testimony.

BUSINESSMAN
...I mean you'd think with two mortgages out, repo guys staking out my car, my job on the line and my wife threatening to leave, you'd think I'd have the goddamn brains to stop, instead of staying in the chase, doubling down, which of course is what I did... I know I'm sick because I keep thinking if I just pulled that game out then I got a lock on the parlay and I'm flush going into Monday night and--

(breaking down, unable to continue)

MEMBER #1
... It's a disease, Leon.

MEMBER #2
Admitting you have a problem is the first step.

BUSINESSMAN/LEON
Then I guess I'm doing pretty good because I got one big fucking problem.
Someone claps. Everyone joins in. LEON smiles. Warm beat.
WALTER suddenly stands. BRANDON watches, concerned.

WALTER
My name's Walter. I'm new to the group.

(various "hellos")

Hi. I've been going to meetings like this for 18 years. Once a week, every Friday night, for 18 years. This, my friends, is my 936th consecutive meeting.

(enthusiastic applause)

Thank you. Thanks. And my hand to God, I haven't been to a track, casino or bet a game that whole time. Not a cent.

(murmurs of approval)

I've listened to thousands of sob stories by people like Leon here, and I gotta say, Leon -- if I learned one thing it's that gambling is not your problem.

LEON
It's not?

WALTER
Not even close. You're a lemon. Like a bad car, there's something inherently defective in you. And you. And me! All of us here -- we're lemons! Big, juicy, acidic, ice-tea flavoring lemons!
We look like everyone else but we're defective because when most people make a bet they want to win, while we, the degenerate gamblers of the world, we're subconsciously playing to lose.
All humans like going to the edge of the abyss, but what makes us different is we go all the way and hurl ourselves off into the void! And we like doing it so much we do it time after time after time! Me? I always felt most alive when they were raking away the chips, and every one here knows what I'm talking about.
People like us, even when we win, it's just a matter of time before we give it all back. But when we lose, and I mean the kind of loss that makes your asshole pucker to the size of a decimal point, there's a moment when you're standing there and you've just recreated the worst possible nightmare this side of malignant cancer for the 20th goddamn time and you suddenly realize -- hey, I'm still here, I'm still breathing, I'm still alive! In order to really live you have to be aware of your own mortality -- and a losing bet of a certain size is one of the best ways

WALTER CON'D
I know of getting that feeling. When you win, you defy death, but when you lose, you survive it, and that's remarkable!

Us lemons, we fuck shit up on purpose! We need to constantly remind ourselves that we're alive! Gambling's not the problem, Leon, your fucked up need to feel something, to convince yourself you exist, to test what's really real, that's the problem!

CESKY SEN aka CZECH DREAM

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Sun, 16 Apr 2006 17:30:00 +0300

Prague, Czech Republic, 31 May, 2003 - its a few minutes before 10 a.m. and there are more than 3000 people jostling on a remote parking place. Many of them are clutching plastic bags in their hands; some of them are armed with trolley bags. Assistants are handing out plastic cups and the moderator on the illuminated stage urges the people to have a drink from the near-by water tankers. The "hyper-anthem" of CZECH DREAM rings out once again from the speakers: "Try to see as a child, many things will seem wild..." Suddenly the managers of the hypermarket rush out on the stage, greet their customers and briskly cut the glittering ribbon. The escort remove the metal barriers and the crowd starts moving. They still have 300 metres to reach the hypermarket. People start running... A moment later, the fastest of them are struck dumb: the hypermarket that they have reached is nothing but a huge film decoration... Documentary hyper-comedy CZECH DREAM is a feature film about a hypermarket that has never existed.

CZECH DREAM documents the largest consumer hoax the Czech Republic has ever seen. Filip Remunda and Vit Klusak, two of Eastern Europe's most promising young documentary filmmakers, set out to explore the psychological and manipulative powers of consumerism by creating an ad campaign for something that didn't exist.

CZECH DREAM - the Hypermarket for a better life!

The campaign (designed by a renowned advertising agency) involved television and radio spots, 400 illuminated billboards, 200,000 flyers promoting CZECH DREAM brand products, an advertising song, a website, and advertisements in newspapers and magazines.

For two weeks, the streets of Prague were saturated with advertising for the fake hypermarket. The ads proclaimed: Don't Go, Don't Rush, Don't Spend drawing over 4,000 people to turn up on the 'opening day'. On the 31 May 2003, they arrived at a green field where, instead of a hypermarket, they found just the dream hypermarket's fa�ade (10m high and 100m wide).

CZECH DREAM is a funny and provocative look at the effects of rampant consumerism on a post-communist society. CZECH DREAM has also caused some controversy, provoking extreme reactions in the Czech people and media and even being discussed in Czech Parliament.

With the recent entry of the Czech Republic and other Eastern European countries to the EU, and, with people's changing attitudes to consumerism and globalisation, it is equally relevant to capitalist societies all over the world.

TRANSCRIPT: The man from the elysian fields

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 20:00:00 +0300

She's the one who likes having her toes sucked.
Just some advice...make it easy on yourself. Do not take her dancing first, okay?
-Thanks.
-We got to watch each other's backs.
Who are you dragging around tonight?
Her.

What, we're not getting a room?

What makes a man do what you do?
I think of our mission as a way of giving joy to others, my darling.
Actually, I really need to know the truth.
Well, that's simple... fucking is the last resort for a man who feels impotent.

Thank you.
Good night.

TRANSCRIPT: basic instinct

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 23:49:57 +0200

Gus takes a long, drunken look at him.

GUS
You... fucked her! Goddamn dumb sonofabitch... You fucked her!
Goddamn, you are one dumb sonofabitch --

NICK
(trying to quiet him)
I'm not gonna get AIDS, pop --don't worry about it. I always use a rubber.

GUS
(loud)
I don't give a... flyin'... chili-bean... fart about AIDS!

NICK
(grins; quietly)
You oughta use a rubber, pop. You really should.

GUS
(loud)
What in the hell for? You think I'm gettin' any at my age?
I don't like blue-haired women. I don't like 'em.

NICK
(straight)
You don't like punk rockers?

GUS
(loud)
Say what?

INT. A DINER - NIGHT

Gus is eating chili, drinking coffee. Hick keeps pouring him more coffee.

NICK
(grins)
You feeling better?

GUS
(loud)
I feel fine!

Nick pours him more coffee; Gus guzzles it.

GUS
(loud)
How could you fuck her?

trecand de la una la alta

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Mon, 20 Feb 2006 00:15:00 +0200

(1997, sus, imaginile nu imi apartzin, sunt luate de pe un site - nu cel indicat, unul "afiliat")

(2000, jos, calitatea textului scris dedesuptul imaginilor ma face sa regret ca nu am dat crop)

sa zicem ca domnisoarei o sa ii spunem in textul care chiar nu era necesar ca si adaugire la aceste poze mama. ii zicem mama pentru ca de obicei aia care au o problema cu mamele sau lipsa lor prefera tipele care pot sa ii alapteze.

cine le-a ascultat ultimul album stie deja ca absintul dauneaza grav parazitilor.

despre o melodie si un film. ombladon, parca, a vazut filmul requiem for a dream si si-a tras si el versuri pe album la final de film (THE END). suna cam asa: "reqviem pentru o pla/mai exact m()ie cu droguri/sunt timidul vietzii tale/de ce inghitzi cu noduri?"

ce s-a intamplat in film ..

"You know what I like about paddy chicks?
They give good head. (Chuckles ) Black broads know nothin' about head.
I don't know why. Maybe it's to do with some ancient tribal custom.
....
Oh, I know it's pretty, baby, but I didn't take it out for air."

cum ajunge tipa sa ? pai .. explicatia e simpla .. nevoia de putzin praf..
avea nevoie de niste faina pentru o prajurica.

Reqviem for a dream a fost filmul dupa care un prieten mi-a explicat exact ce si cum se face cu drogurile. Stiu ca a fost o lectura foarte interesanta timp de vreo ora. Mi-a explicat de ce in film un tip isi facuse rana in mana de la injectii prost facute. Superb. Iti lasa gura apa.

filmul este la fel de "tehnic" ca si altele. Ce imi place mie este ca filmele despre droguri si drogatzi ies din prima fara nici un defect. Toate filmele despre FBI, dragoste, munte contzin atatea exagerari ca se vede clar unde a existat consultant extern si unde regizorul/scenaristul a folosit experientza proprie.

===== drepturi de autor
m()ie - imi place cum arata.. aproape ca potzi sa il intorci ca pe un similey si sa il dai cu ruj.

crash

nospam@example.com (Iancu Rasta) — Thu, 09 Feb 2006 02:30:00 +0200

un film despre colivia in care zburam si zicem ca este totul ok.

consideram cuvantul colivia ca reprezinta pe rand si in acelasi timp: planeta, viatza, personalitatea, fricile, dorintele.

ne invartim eliptic prin aceste cercuri. complicand totul cu rase, cultura, istorie.
istoria e cel mai rau lucru care se putea intampla omenirii. este o CONTABILITATE inutila. este cu ce am inlocuit instinctele.

ne face sa fim astazi la fel ca si intrecut. daca nu ar exista istorie nu ar exista multe din conflictele actuale. s-ar pierde ca lucruri bune cum ar fi cetati, tehnologie, etc. cum exista acum 3000 ani in orientul mijlociu o kestie foarte "related" inmagazinarea curentului electic si noi o ardem aiurea si trebuie sa il reinventam.
as prefera o istorie a tehnicii, a artelor, atat. ajunge atat.

FILMUL E SUPER TARE!

( horizontal blinds not vertical bars, brno 2006 (c) mielu.ro )

pentru o clipa cada devine o piscina. invatzatoare citeste clasei din blogul lui mircea cel batran. nu exista nici o intrare in blogul turcilor la acea data. cateodata e la fel de greu de iesit din cada ca dintr-o piscina al carei fund nu il atingi intr-un moment de panica.