"My name is Lt. Aldo Raine, and I’m putting together a special team. And I need me eight soldiers. Eight – Jewish – American – Soldiers. Now y’all might have heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we’ll be leavin a little earlier. We’re gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwackin’ guerilla army, we’re gonna be doin one thing, and one thing only, Killin Nazi’s. The members of the Nationalist Socialist Party, have conquered Europe through murder, torture, intimidation, and terror. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do to them. Now I don’t know about y’all. But I sure as hell, didn’t come down from the goddamn smoky mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half Sicily, and then jump out of a fuckin air-o-plane, to teach the Nazi’s lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got no humanity. There the foot soldiers of a Jew hatin, mass murderin manic, and they need to be destroyed. That’s why any and every son-of-a-bitch we find wearin a Nazi uniform, there gonna die. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty, they will know who we are. They will find the evidence of our cruelty, in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the Germans will not be able to help themselves from imagining the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heals, and the edge of our knives. And the Germans, will be sickened by us. And the Germans, will talk about us. And the Germans, will fear us. And when the Germans close their eyes at night, and their subconscious tortures them for the evil they’ve done, it will be with thoughts of us, that it tortures them with. But I got a word of warning to all would be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me, personally. Every man under my command, owes me, one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y’all will git me, one hundred Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred Nazi’s or you will die trying."
Word on the street is, this is a speech given to "The Basterds" by Lt. Aldo Raine played by Brad Pitt. I love Quentin Tarantino. This movie is going to change my life.
You’ll never guess who Quentin Tarantino has lined up to star in his epic World War II film Inglorious Bastards…
Horror director Eli Roth
Roth will play the role of Sgt. Donnie Donowitz., a baseball bat-swinging Nazi hunter. Most of you probably remember that Roth also had a small part in Tarantino’s last film Death Proof. And by most of you, I mean the 4 million people that saw Grindhouse.
You can hate Roth’s movies all you want, but you have to give this guy credit as a personality. Roth can talk and out story-tell the best of them. I’ve seen him in person many times, and he has a command of almost any audience. There is no denying that he has a charismatic film geek charm. If Tarantino can exploit this, instead of having Roth spout off the normal over-wordy dialogue, it could end up being the surprise performance of the film. On the other hand, Hunter wanted me to mention that it is “the worst decision ever.” And honestly, he might very well be right. It could go easily go either way.
Tarantino is expected to announce the full cast shortly. As has already been reported, Brad Pitt is is talks to play the leader of the rogue Jewish-American soldier group. Plans to cast Leonardo DiCaprio as SS Col. Hans Landa have been scrapped in favor of casting a German actor.
I've waited an entire year, just like the years before, to spend a few days alone with my best friends and the love of my life. I've been home 3 hours and I'm already waiting for next August.
Now, this isn't a trilogy, this is going to be a long running film series that gets better as time passes. The first one was the best, the second was a great sequel and the third was a threequel on par with Jedi.
It's gonna keep getting better guys. I can see Christmas specials and everything.
There's way to much to mention here about this weekend. Hopefully, as time slips past us, we'll keep remembering things we didn't find funny at first, but are hilarious now, and the stuff that was hilarious keeps getting better.
I'll see you all of you soon. But we wont be together till next year.
Duffy turned 22. Mod Club was amazing. The dancing asian from dance cave. Kenny Bridges. My hot girlfriend. Winning a dance-off with Hilary. Drinking enough to kill a large farm animal.
Man oh Man, asthma is not a good time. I've had it since I was 6, it was pretty bad,off and on, from then till about 16. After, it never really bothered me unless I got a bad cold or something to due with seasonal allergies. On sunday, I sorta didn't feel too great, my chest hurt and I was coughing, but it wasn't bad. Same with Monday. Tuesday during the day and evening I was ok. Then last night rolled around and I felt like hammered shit. I went to work today, out of breath and getting worse. Every cough felt like a kick to the chest, walking 10 feet made me feel like I had just run 8 blocks from a mean dog. My back started hurting, and I could feel my lungs trying to keep up the awful task God bestowed on them.
I left work at 4:45 to go to my doctor. After and hour and a half, and 3 buses later, I get to the clinic which is open everyday, 7 days a week,9am-9pm, to find that they closed at 5pm today. I called home and asked if there was another clinic near by, after my moms directions, I hoped on another bus and away I went. I get the 2nd clinich, which is located inside a pharmaplus, to see that they had closed at 4pm today, and usually close at 9. I asked the girl at the cash if there were more clinics in the area. After racking her brain for about 3 seconds, she gave me directions to 2 of them. I went to the 3rd clinic after another bus ride, to find they were also closed, this time at 3pm! They're regular hours were 8am-8pm.
So, the 4th one, The Trivium Health Centre, was only a stones throw away, so I started to walk. When I get there, I find to my surprise, THE BASTARDS WERE OPEN! TILL 10pm! I walk into the place, through the sliding doors, I scrub my hands with sanitizer and head into their clinic. Once I get in there, I see, no word of a lie, at least 150 people. 150 sick people all waiting to be helped. I see a man, in scrubs...pink scrubs, talking to a patient. So I walk over there to ask if theres a number I have to take or something. He turns to me, and shouts, "WAIT IN LINE! THERES A LINE THERE SIR! WAIT YOUR TURN!" After hearing his voice, I figured out that he is probably the gayest thing Ive ever seen. So I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him over the desk, beat the shit out of him, threw him on the ground and kicked his head through the wall. Not because he's gay, but because he's a prick. That actually didn't happen, I walked out of the place. Defeated as usual.
By now, Im tired, my chest is caving in and I feel like actual shit. Thankfully my mom picked me up and we drove to another clinic, # 5. That one too, is closed. At 4, but that was their regular hours, so I wasn't going to smash the window with a trash can. We then drove to St Joe's because they have a clinic. This was it. My last shot. If it didnt work, I was going to kill myself. I walk in and there was only 5 people ahead of me, so I fill out the paperwork, waited for about 40 minutes, went in, got fingered and a perscription for some new inhalers. The time is now 8:30pm. Off to shoppers drugmart to get my puffers! I get there, and the give them to me and inform me that I have to pay $150 dollars for them. So, after I spray diareha all over myself, I pay for the puffers and go home. Once I get there, I take them and let me tell you, it was incredible. I felt relief right away. You know in Trainspotting, after Renton quits shooting H, and then he tries it again and it looks like he shot a load in his pants? Thats how I felt, but Ive never done heroin, so...
All in all, I had a pretty shitass fucking day. Im gonna go to bed, sleep get through one day of work. Just one. A few hours. Then I get to see the condemed with tommy, go home catch the office, meet Steph for a midnight screening of Spiderman 3, sleep, go see spiderman again with my brothers, rock the shit at Marks shindig, and finally go home and die.
Last night I attened one of my oldest friends wedding. It was a surreal night. I grew up with him, his brother is one of my closest friends. We played cops'n'robbers all the time, it was at his house that I saw my first porno. Those 2 things pretty much sum up our childhood together. But it was a great night. Probably the top moments of the night was slow dancing to earth angel, just like the greatest screen couple ever , George McFly and Lorranine Baines, Nick being himself and Nicks dads drunken exit. It was a an amazing night, Congrats to Andrei! and his huge unit.
New Years double O-7. Was, without a doubt, the best party of 2006. It had everything. Booze, the bounding of new friendships, harmonica wars, drunken drinking songs, the greatest preformance of "Break Stuff" in recorded history. My penis only showed it self once, to my knowledge.
It was the best way to end the year and start a new one. Joe Gans, you gave me another reason to love you.
Tonight was a good night. Teeter played an amazing show at kathedral, i saw lots of people that i havent seen in ages. And Joe Gans proved, once again, to be the greatest man ever. If only nintendo brought back the powerglove, Id be set.
Anyway, what Brian post wouldnt be complete without a youtube movie trailer!
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