If you are wondering why Casey Affleck is nominated in the supporting act category for this movie, please watch it ASAP. Though deep down I was hoping that Brad Pitt would be nominated instead but of course I have to accept the fact that Casey Affleck deserves it.(plastic sangat
My favourite scene is when Jesse James (Brad Pitt) says to Robert Ford (Casey Affleck) while Robert’s brother Charley Ford (Sam Rockwell) is looking at them both : The picture is kind of dirty and Jesse takes chair and stand on it to clean up the picture of a black stallion that hangs on the wall. Jesse then see the reflection on the mirror that Charley has already point his gun at Jesse and he knows that he’s going to die soon. Marvellous!
A beautiful narration from the movie:
He was ashamed of his persiflage, his boasting, his pretensions of courage and ruthlessness; he was sorry about his cold-bloodedness, his dispassion, his inability to express what he now believed was the case- that he truly regretted killing Jesse, that he missed the man as much as anybody and wished his murder hadn't been necessary. Even as he circulated his saloon he knew that the smiles disappeared when he passed by. He received so many menacing letters that he could read them without any reaction except curiosity. He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over playing cards, looking at his destiny in every King and Jack. Edward O'Kelly came up from Bachelor at one P.M. on the 8th. He had no grand scheme. No strategy. No agreement with higher authorities. Nothing but a vague longing for glory, and a generalized wish for revenge against Robert Ford. Edward O'Kelly would be ordered to serve a life sentence in the Colorado Penitentiary for second degree murder. Over seven thousand signatures would eventually be gathered in a petition asking for O'Kelly's release, and in 1902, Governor James B. Ullman would pardon the man. There would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Ella May would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.
I need fountain of Youth!
I need fountain of Youth!
It just occurred to me yesterday that I don’t have anymore weekends until I settle my freelance work which is scheduled to wrap in 20 March 2008 which I work simultaneously with other projects. I was putting on my sun block this morning before I went to work and how I suddenly let out a piercing shriek when I realized how terrible my eye bags had become. Maybe I should save up my money for botox or perhaps start having tempeh everyday like one of the MB told the public when asked about rumours of him having botox injected to make him looks 10 years younger. Duh!