A Thread about the film JFK

JIM
No one's trying to buy you, Willie. It's
important to know why you're telling us this.

O'KEEFE
(pauses)
You wanna know why? 'Cause that mother fucker
Kennedy stole that fuckin' election, that's why!
Nixon was gonna be one of the great Presidents
'til Kennedy wrecked this fuckin' country. Got
niggers all over the fuckin' place asking for
their rights, where do you think we got all this
fuckin' crime now, 'cause Kennedy promised 'em
too damned much. Revolution comin'. Fascism's
coming back. I tell ya this - the day that
Communist sumbitch died was a great day for this
country. I jes' hate to think they're blaming
it on some silly fuckin' Oswald who didn't know
shit anyway. People should know why that
sumbitch was killed. 'Cause he was a Communist.
Put me on the stand, go ahead, I'll tell the
same goddamn story, I'm proud of it, don't
matter fuck all to me, things don't change.

As he talks, Jim shares a sickened look with Bill. Whatever truth he
may be telling is necessarily compromised by an attitude that could be
destroyed in court.

I wonder if the shooting script for Year Of The Dragon is available.

JIM: Where you off to, son?

BARNES: Vietnam, suh! To fight for a grand cawse.

JIM (eyes moistening, voice choking): You--you be careful there, you hear me?

BARNES (giggles): Don't worry 'bout me, you jus' worry about Charlie!

Jim nods sadly, turns, and walks into history.

X steps into frame and turns to the camera.

X: And that was the day Vietnam started.

"Women! Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."

(we need gear)

MARTIN
Chief, maybe you had a little too much to drink.

BANISTER
Bullshit!
(yells across the room)
Bartender, another round ...
(finishes drink)
Here's to the New Frontier. Camelot in
smithereens. I'll drink to that.

He bows his head, holding it in his hands, and his wig starts to come
off in his hands.

Why did Tommy Lee Jones get the nomination and not Sutherland?

Also, maybe I'm blind, but what is up with the shape of the red and blue in the one sheet?

http://perso.orange.fr/pinpin.online/media/jfk.jpg

X (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Now this is significant, because it is standard
operating procedure, especially in a known
hostile city like Dallas, to supplement the
Secret Service. Even if we had not allowed the
bubbletop to be removed from the limousine,
we'd've put at least 100 to 200 agents on the
sidewalks, without question! There'd already
been several attempts on de Gaulle's life in
France. Only a month before in Dallas UN
Ambassador Adlai Stevenson had been spit on and
hit.

Sutherland's the real Good Shepard.

He kisses her gently - They start to make love, numbed, needing each
other, needing their] love in an increasingly terrifying world.

This thread makes me laugh harder than any in ILX history.

Biggest historical inaccuracy in the film: watching the NBC special report discrediting his investigation, Garrison ruefully jokes "I guess my reputation is alright with the people watching 'Laugh-In.'"

"Sonabitch, there he goes again, he's got his hands on the chicken switch."

"Vee got to cohn-troll the een-telligence from Say-gon."

Also, poor Sissy Spacek.

"You're ruining Shaw's reputation because he's a homosexual. Did you ever stop to consider for once what he was feeling?"

I want her on my side.

"This is Louisiana, chief! How the hell do you know who your Daddy is? Because your Momma told you so."

JIM
Who are you, Mr. Miller?
(no answer - just the sound of the
overhead fan)
You see that helmet over there?
(the Nazi helmet with a bullet hole
on his desk)
I picked that up at the Dachau concentration
camp when we liberated it in 1945. It was the
most horrifying sight I've ever seen, Mr.
Miller. Pyramids of decaying, stinking bones
and skin one on top of the other. I don't enjoy
looking at that swastika every day, Mr. Miller,
but I keep it there to remind me of what can
happen when a country turns from free democratic
principles to Fascism, when a few madmen turn
human beings into digits and millions sit in
silence and do nothing about it.

Miller waits. Bill waits. Jim comes forward with his reply.

JIM (CONT'D)
Mr. Miller, you and I have met under a great
misunderstanding. I haven't the remotest
interest in becoming a Federal Judge. And
nothing is going to keep me from going ahead
with my investigation of John Kennedy's murder.

Miller's entire demeanor tightens into a corkscrew of anger and danger

That's one hell of a corkscrew.

I wonder if it's the same corkscrew Joe Pesci used on Tommy Lee Jones in the orgy sequende.

That might of just been a corkscrew of anger. It's been a while so I don't remember for sure.

i was 5 feet away from tommy lee jones today ina hotel lobby. i saw him greet javier bardem.

After Three Burials Of Meliquades Estrada I have more love for Tommy Lee Jones than ever.

I thought, "Yup, he barely survived after directing the script penned by the shithead who made 21 Grams and Babel."

is that winky-at-lbj photo real?

scott mcclellans crazy dad wrote a book about that wink!

NUMA: Pillar of the community by day, gay bars at night.

Liz Garrison is the most shaken, as she pours a fresh pot of coffee.

"more champagne!"

is that winky-at-lbj photo real?

-- pisces, Tuesday, 11 September 2007 00:04 (6 months ago

no really IS it??

FLASHBACK TO Ruby's jail cell in 1964. Ruby talks to men with their backs to us. Lawyers and police clutter the cell, making Ruby hyper-nervous. The chief official's white hair and avuncular voice are all we see and hear of him; his back is to us.

RUBY
Then do you understand that I cannot
tell the truth here? In Dallas.
That there are people here who do
not want me to tell the truth...
who do not want me to have a retrial?

OFFICIAL
Mr. Ruby, I really can't see why you
can't tell us now.

Ruby catches the stern face of Sheriff Bill Decker from the corner of his eye, the Assistant D.A. next to him.

RUBY
When are you going back to Washington,
sir?

OFFICIAL
(looks at watch)
I am going back very shortly after
we finish this hearing - I am going
to have some lunch.

RUBY
Can I make a statement? If you
request me to go back to Washington
with you right now, that is if you
want to hear further testimony from
me, can you do that? Can you take
me with you?

OFFICIAL
No, that could not be done, Mr. Ruby.
There are a good many things involved
in that.

RUBY
What are they?

OFFICIAL
Well, the public attention it would
attract. And we have no place for
you there to be safe, we're not law
enforcement officials, and many things
are at stake in this affair, Mr.
Ruby.

RUBY
But if I am eliminated there won't
be any way of knowing. Consequently
a whole new form of government is
going to take over this country, and
I know I won't live to see you another
time. My life is in danger here.
Do I sound screwy?

OFFICIAL
Well I don't know what can be done,
Mr. Ruby, because I don't know what
you anticipate we will encounter.

RUBY
Then you don't stand a chance, Mr.
Chief Justice, you have a lost cause.
All I want is a lie detector test,
and you refuse to give it to me.
Because as it stands now - and the
truth serum - how do you pronounce
it - Pentothal - whatever it is.
They will not give it to me, because
I want to tell the truth... And then
I want to leave this world.

The camera pauses on Ruby's face. The men rise and leave in the shadows.

CUT TO:

PARKLAND MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - (1967)

Jack Ruby is wheeled out of the infirmary on a gurnee, dead of cancer.

JIM (V.O.)
Perhaps a few more details about the evening
will refresh your memory. Mr. O'Keefe told us
dinner was served by a uniformed waiter - a
colored man. He particularly remembers that you
sat at one end and he at the other - which he
found rather unusual because the table was so
long. Does that bring back memories of Willie
O'Keefe?

SHAW
(in present)
Not at all. But on the other hand, I do have a
lovely Chippendale dining table and I often have
a friend over sitting at one end while I sit at
the other. That is precisely the point of a
long dining table. The splendor of the meal
adds to the enjoyment of it.

JIM
I would imagine a uniformed waiter helps.

SHAW
It adds a taste of elegance for which I must
confess a weakness for now and then. I call him
Smedley. His real name is Frankie Jenkins - but
I could hardly imagine anything more uncouth
during dinner than my turning toward the kitchen
and hollering "Frankie!" ... Where is this
leading to, Mr. Garrison?

great scene