Mabel Normand (9 novembre 1892 - 23 febbraio 1930)
Questa è la dépendance del Secondo piano
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Mabel Normand (9 novembre 1892 - 23 febbraio 1930)
My Fall Movies # 23
Alphaville, une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution (Godard, 1965)
My Fall Movies # 21
Rufus Wainwright - Across The Universe
“I’ve attached a list of celebrities we think would be great to blurb your book, so find out their numbers and call them up. Be sure to do all this by Monday, because Sales Conference starts Tuesday. We come back Friday and then immediately on Saturday (!) all of editorial (Janet, plus probably Michelle, her assistant) and I go to the Frankfurt Book Fair for a week. During that time the office will be closed, although to help cover the costs of the Germany trip it will actually be sublet to the John Lindsay Elementary School P.T.A. as a rehearsal space for this year’s fund-raiser production of “The Music Man.” I’m told that this was one of the things that Jason didn’t understand and which contributed to his “condition“.”
CARTER at bar - walks to table as BONNIE enters, shakes her head, picks up purse, and starts back.
CARTER: You’re a queer duck.
BONNIE: So are you.
CARTER: I can’t make you out.
BONNIE: (turning to him) Same here. What was she like, anyway?
CARTER: Who?
BONNIE: That girl that made you act the way you do.
CARTER: A whole lot like you — just as nice and almost as smart.
BONNIE: Chorus girl?
CARTER: Only by temperament.
BONNIE: Well, at least you’re true to the type.
CARTER: Let’s sit down and make yourself comfortable.
BONNIE: Still carrying the torch for her, aren’t you?
CARTER: Got a match?
BONNIE: Don’t you ever have any?
CARTER. Don’t believe in laying in a supply of anything.
BONNIE: Matches, marbles, money or women?
CARTER: That’s right.
BONNIE: No looking ahead - no tomorrows - just today.
CARTER: That’s right.
BONNIE: Is that why she gave you the air?
CARTER: Who?
BONNIE: That girl.
CARTER: Say, listen, I wouldn’t ask any woman to — Say, you can think up more questions. Here – (He hands her matches as she leans towards him).
BONNIE: What wouldn’t you —
CARTER: What?
BONNIE: Ask anybody to do?
CARTER: Did you ever know a woman who didn’t want to make plans? Map out everything - get it all set? Oh, well, I don’t blame them I guess. It is the only way they can operate - run a home and have kids.
BONNIE: I suppose you think that is a lot easier and less dangerous than flying!
CARTER: I don’t know - I never tried it.
BONNIE: But didn’t you ask her to?
CARTER: Who?
BONNIE: That girl.
CARTER: I told you I wouldn’t ask any woman —
BONNIE: What if she were willing to?
CARTER: Yeah - that’s what they all say. Women think they can take it, but they can’t. The minute you get up in the air, they start calling the airport - and when you get down you find them waiting for you so scared they hate your insides.
BONNIE: What if she was the type that didn’t scare so easily.
CARTER: (opening bottle) There’s no such animal.
BONNIE: Why? How do you know?
CARTER: (pours drink and sits) Well, the girl I was telling you about came as close to it as anybody I ever met. But one night when I’d been lost in a fog - something like this - radio beam was out and I was glad to get my feet on the ground - what do you think my welcome-home speech was? She was hoping I’d crashed.
BONNIE: What?
CARTER: Couldn’t stand the gaff. Said she’d rather see me dead and have it over with. She told me if I wouldn’t quit flying - it was all off.
BONNIE: You wouldn’t, would you?
CARTER: I’m still flying.
BONNIE: I wonder what happened to her?
CARTER: Who? I don’t know for sure. I heard she married another flyer. Well-
CARTER: Now, is there anything else you’d like to know about me? Would you like to go over to my room? Got some letters from home. Pictures of my father and mother - pictures of me the first time I went up in the air — pictures of my first crash.
BONNIE: Any pictures of you when you were a baby?
CARTER: I don’t remember. Want to go and look?
BONNIE: (starting to rise) Sure.
(the whole script here)
questo mi sa che lo dedico a Catriona con tutto il cuore
:-) Grazie
