
El año 2005 la AFI publicó su lista de las 100 frases mas célebres del séptimo arte en una lista denominada AFI’s 100 Movie Quotes en la cual se compilaban las frases mas recordadas por el público habiendo incluso muchas llegado a formar parte de la cultura popular.
Más allá de validar o no lo acertado de la inclusión final de cada una de las frases ganadoras, me gustaría indicar aquellas que efectivamente han formado parte de mi lenguaje propio, es decir que en algún momento han sido usadas por mi persona en alguna situación real, mayormente en son de broma o chacota con amigos o conocidos.

1) "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." — Vito Corleone (Marlon Brando), The Godfather (1972)
2) "May the Force be with you." — Han Solo (Harrison Ford), Star Wars (1977)
3) "You talkin' to me?" — Travis Bickle (Robert De Niro), Taxi Driver (1976)
4) "I love the smell of napalm in the morning." — Lt. Col. Bill Kilgore (Robert Duvall)
5) "I'll be back." — The Terminator (Arnold Schwarzenegger), The Terminator (1984)
6) "It's alive! It's alive!" — Henry Frankenstein (Colin Clive), Frankenstein (1931)
7) "Houston, we have a problem." — Jim Lovell (Tom Hanks), Apollo 13 (1995)
8) "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." — Michael Corleone (Al Pacino)
9) "Elementary, my dear Watson." — Sherlock Holmes (Basil Rathbone)
10) "Hasta la vista, baby." — The Terminator (Arnold Schwarzenegger), Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
Ahora bien, así como existen citas celebres en el cine, también existen discursos célebres, es por eso que a continuación doy mi lista de aquellos que a su manera me han impresionado notoriamente, los consigno en ingles, su lenguaje original, pues no quiero correr el riesgo de que pierdan fuerza en la traducción pues deseo que puedan ser leídos e interpretados como lo hubiera querido el genial guionista que escribió cada uno de ellos.

"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 the 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, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!"

"The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed -for lack of a better word- is good.
Greed is right.
Greed works.
Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit.
Greed, in all of its forms -greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge- has marked the upward surge of mankind.
And greed -you mark my words- will not only save Teldar Paper, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA.
Thank you."

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
Time to die."

"I am William Wallace.
And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny!
You have come to fight as free men.
And free man you are!
What will you do without freedom? Will you fight?"
"Two thousand against ten?" - the veteran shouted. "No! We will run - and live!"
"Yes!" Wallace shouted back.
"Fight and you may die.
Run and you will live at least awhile.
And dying in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take our freedom!"

"Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning!
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live forever!"
“Can you count, suckers?
I say the future is ours..If you can count
Now look, what we have here before us.
We've got the parkstones sitting next to the branksome.
We've got the skinnys, right next to the perry dowding white trackies Nobody is wasting nobody
That is a miracle And miracles..is the way things ougth to be.
You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs.
And there's over a hundred more.
That's 20,000 hardcore members.
Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers!
Now, there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town.
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAANN YOUU DIG ITT!
Now, here's the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang.
Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen.
We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because WE got the streets, suckers!
CAN YOU DIG IT? CAN YOU DIG IT? CAANNNNNN YOUUU DIIGGG ITT?”

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius,
Commander of the Armies of the North,
General of the Felix Legions,
loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius,
father to a murdered son,
husband to a murdered wife,
and I will have my vengeance -- in this life or the next"

"If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon.
You will be a minister of death praying for war.
But until that day you are pukes.
You are the lowest form of life on Earth.
You are not even human, fucking beings.
You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit.
Because I am hard you will not like me.
But the more you hate me the more you will learn.
I am hard but I am fair.
There is no racial bigotry here.
I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers.
Here you are all equally worthless.
And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps.
Do you maggots understand that?"

"Where there is fire, there is smoke.
And in that smoke, from this day forward, my people will crouch and conspire and plot and plan for the inevitable day of Man's downfall - the day when he finally and self-destructively turns his weapons against his own kind.
The day of the writing in the sky, when your cities lie buried under radioactive rubble!
When the sea is a dead sea, and the land is a wasteland out of which I will lead my people from their captivity!
And we will build our own cities in which there will be no place for humans except to serve our ends!
And we shall found our own armies, our own religion, our own dynasty!
And that day is upon you NOW!"

"Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right?
I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless.
Not to get information.
It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop.
You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before.
All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get."

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
1 comentario:
Interesante entrada Markowsy he disfrutado mucho con la lectura, alguna vez no mencionaste la famosa frase de silence of the lambs: "I can smell your cunt" ???? :P --JCV
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