Monday, 7 April 2008

No Inspiration


ROB
You couldn’t be. Look, Barry. There’s going to be people from Laura’s work there, people who own dogs and babies and Tina Turner albums. How are you going to cope with them?

BARRY
We’re not called Barrytown anymore, by the by. They got sick of the Barry/Barrytown thing. We’re called SDM. Sonic Death Monkey.

ROB
Sonic Death Monkey.

BARRY
What do you think? Dick likes it.


ROB
Barry, you’re over thirty years old. You owe it to yourself and your friends and to your parents not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.

BARRY
I owe it to myself to go right to the edge, Rob, and this group does exactly that. Over the edge, in fact.


High Fidelity (2000)

9 comments:

Dash said...

:-)

I love this film. It's flawed and silly but I can watch it over and over again and laugh every time.

Dash said...

Ooohhhh! When did you fix the clock thingy? I've only just noticed...

Gordie said...

I too am flawed and silly.

fathorse said...

OK.

(Never seen it, by the way. Maybe now I will... Who knows?...)

Dash said...

...and you make me laugh, young Gordie.

:-)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

*waiting*

fathorse said...

knock knock...
...

Hello?...

I, still, ♥ the views said...

*yawns vacantly*

Gordie said...

[Editor's Voice:] Sorry, readers. I've been discussing 'Silence of the Lambs' over at Feral Mom's blog. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.