It all came so close to never happening: The 25th Hour
A partir d’un grand roman, un réalisateur exceptionnel fait un film unique :
(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!
