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And, sometimes battles begin and often the final cut becomes the product of whoever has the most power, often not the best version of the film. We worked hard and often, of course, long hours, but that was usually from passion not pressure. Everything changed when corporations took over and also when the interest rates went way up. They figured that it would be more economical to pay overtime and get the film out sooner.
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I would rather not think about the scenes that were hard to cut because sometimes they were very simple scenes and they all looked ok—so who cares? What tricks, thoughts or rules do you have for yourself when you edit? And, how does that interact with your process?
Never let the sound drop out. Michael Douglas explains how he became the young producer of the film. Nearly 50 cinematic luminaries, visionaries, and dignitaries have come to the Walker via its Regis Dialogue and Film Retrospective. A lesser-known fact is that he kick-started the Czech New Wave with his affecting and humorous satires of daily life. These films illustrate a thread that appears throughout Formans work—that of rigid political and social systems begging for rebellion.
Like they own us… are paying us to serve them. And thats always the case of rebellions, when people who see this dare to do something about it, from McMurphy to Mozart.
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Your generosity preserves film knowledge for future generations. Active Themes Bromden believes that the psych ward is a factory for the Combine. The ward is the place that takes those who don't fit and either forces them to fit or never lets them go.
It does not care about its patients as people, with their own intrinsic worth and dignity. McMurphy makes a crass joke, and this almost flusters Nurse Ratched—some of the Acutes try not to smile. Nurse Ratched turns her attention to McMurphy and reads out his long rap sheet, including a charge of rape of a fifteen year old, which McMurphy refutes, saying the girl said she was seventeen and it was consensual and he brags about how often they had sex.
Spivey reads a note from the doctor at the work farm that suggests McMurphy is feigning psychosis to get out of having to do physical labor. McMurphy stands up and asks the doctor if he looks like a sane mane. The doctor tries not to laugh. Nurse Ratched ensures that the discussion about Harding, a homosexual, and his wife make him supremely uncomfortable.
Ratched tries a similar tactic on McMurphy by trying to expose him as a rapist, which he turns on her by saying the girl told him she was of age and gladly consented—telling stories about how often they had sex. Active Themes Doctor Spivey introduces the Therapeutic Community rules, which include airing grievances in the safe space of group sessions, and running meetings democratically where votes are taken by the patients to decide on problems that need solving.
The doctor compares it to a small world within the larger world. He was eventually sedated. By stripping them of the ability to brag about their manhood or their sexual history in a positive manner, she effectively emasculates them.
Active Themes Harding agrees, after some convincing, that McMurphy is right, just that no one has ever dared to say it before. Harding says that Dr. Spivey is like the rest of the men, submissive to Nurse Ratched. Nurse Ratched has done everything in her power to make sure that she is the one who is in full control of the ward.
The men are victims of a matriarchy, which to them means a system of power dominated by women who seek to keep men down through emasculation and shame. Active Themes Harding says that the world belongs to the strong and the strong destroy the weak. The rabbit knows to hide from the wolf in order to survive—to not challenge it.
Harding says he was born a rabbit. Reversing course. Okay, okay. Then low: Listen, honey, I got an idea. You talking about the old parties and all I bet I could fix it so we could throw one right here. And some of the MEN inch closer, listening. You kiddin'? And maybe you could bring Sandra. I told you, 01' Sandy got married. Well, she still digs parties? Oh, sure! CANDY giggles delightedly. Far out! She jumps into his arms. McMurphy - I'm afraid you'll have to ask your visitor to leave.
In protest Hey, I just got here! With a big wink. Say so long to the fellows. Clinching with him. You damned McMurphy! To the MEN: Later, boys. She exits. Nice kid.
Bursting out. You're not really guh-going to do it? A party here? That's the scam. With C-Candy? Cute trick, huh? How'd you like to bump bellies with that?
Oh, b-b-boy! My friend, for pure audacity that proposition wins the analysts' Oscar. I plan to fling the greatest brawl that ever got flung in a loony-bin. Clapping his hands joyfully. Oh, man, we're gonna have a party! Springing the trap. Who the hell said we? We're not invited? But why? Know what's goin' on this very minute?
The World Series! And you dickheads kept me from seein' it! But, Mac, we tried. Sure, you and Scanlon. All the rest too damn scared to raise their hands! I'm sorry, Mac. If the matter weren't already closed Anything in the rules say you can't vote again?
N-no, I don't recall that there is. Well, then? Haven't you gentlemen work to do? Called by whom? Mister Dale Harding, President! That's right, Miss Ratched. For what purpose? Okay, boys -! One moment! Do any of you feel, perhaps, that Mr. McMurphy is imposing his personal desires on you? I've been thinking you might be happier if he were moved to another ward. You can't send him to Disturbed just for bringin' up a vote! I just wanta see once and for all which of these birds has any guts and which hasn't.
Very well, everyone in favor of changing television time to afternoon, raise your hands.
I'he hands come up Racing toward the TV set. Batter up.! One moment, please! The rules call for a unanimous vote. All the patients present on the ward.
So that's how you work this democratic bull. Of all the crappy things I ever heard! You seem upset, Mr. Hold on -! The meeting is closed. Hold on one lousy minute. Chief, Chief Chief, come on out here. Chief, it's now or never. We're men or we're monkeys, we make or we break. Get your hand up now. Don't be ridiculous, the poor man can't even hear you.
Come on, Chief, get that hand up and vote. In frustration. Also noticing. Nurse Ratched Sit down, you gorgeous monster, best damn seat in the house! Okay, let 'er rip! At a bad pitch, oh my, and the count is three and two with the tying run on second base.
It's the bottom of the sixth The TV cuts off abruptly.
McMurphy comes to his feet. On the microphone.
The meeting was closed. A warning. You men will now go back to your duties. No one moves. Did you hear me? Don't move Billy - sit down.
Didyou hear me? Finally, turning to TV set. Hoo, boy, lookit that.
It's a hit. Right down the middle! Finally sits back down. Run, you mother-loving turkey, run! Resumes his place. Two bases, two. Look out, there roes the throw. He missed it! Overthrew second! Keep goin', for the luvva God, keep goin'! Coming out of the Station. Stop it. Take another! Take another base! Standing between them and TV Stop it, I tell you!
Go back to your duties. Go back to your duties this instant He dropped the ball! There it g-g-goes -! Into the outfield! All the way home, you jerk! Run, run, run! You men stop it! Her voice is drowned out by the shouting. Quelling the noise. Oh, Nursie - wouldja mind bringin' me a red-hot and a can a beer? The MEN burst into cheers oftriumph. They wear underwear in simulation ofgym shorts, and are dribbling and passing a basketball.
Snap the ball. Use your elbows, willya? Drive, you puny mothers, drive. Blows the whistle, stopping action. Ruddy, how many times I gotta tell you, stand still. It ain't right for the basket to be chasin' the ball. He blows his whistle and they resume play. Hey, George! There's only five men on a team. So don't go hallucinatin' any more!
Action as before; the ball being passed to much yipping and yapping. You can't play basketball in here. Ah-ah, don't tell me You got it, buddy. Riya, honey! Reaching for the crucifix she wears around her throat.
Mind if I take a look at that thing? Backing away. Oh, stay back! F-f-fuck 'em all! All are frozen by her presence as she takes in the scene. I'o Warren: Please take Mr.
Ruckly down. We do have our little difficulties, don't we? But they'll be worked out. After all, we have weeks. If necessary, years. You've got her on the ropes! She's groggy, Mac! All you need is the knockout punch! I wouldn't have believed it -! Shut up, will ya? Wha'd she mean by that? What, Mac? That "years" bit. Come on, why does she act like she's holdin' aces? I guess maybe it's because you're committed. Looks at the faces. Come on, gimme the bir..
Mac, it's not like a jail sentence. But here You mean I'm stuck here till she wants to tum me loose? I'm voluntary. You're which? I'm not committed.
As a matter of fact, there aren't many on the ward who are. Are you shittin' me? Billy - you must be committed? BILLY shakes his head. Then why? You're just a young kid. Why ain't you out runnin' around in a convertible, cruisin' for babes? BILLY looks at the floor. All you guys, why the hell do you stay? You gripe, you bitch how you can't stand this place, can't stand the Big Nurse, and here all the time you ain't committed!
What's the matter with you? Ain't you got any guts?
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Sure, that's it, we haven't got the guts! I could gg-get out this afternoon if You think I wuh-want to stay here? Sure, I'd like a convertible and a guh-girl friend. But did you ever have people I-I-laughing at you? No, because you're so tough. Well, I'm not tough. Neither is Harding. Neither is Cheswick.
Oh oh, you - you t-talk like we stayed in here because Okay, why didn't you tell me? That she could keep me here till my dyin' day. I guess That's a lotta crap! Oh, now I get it. Now I see why you guys keep comin' at me like I'm Jesus Q. You bastards conned me.
Conned by a bunch of wackos! To hell with that. To hell with you. I got plenty of worries of my own without getting hooked on yours. So quit buggin' me. A yell. AlIa you! Quit buggin' me! A stunned silence. He makes a decision.
He stops as she comes to him. What are you planning to do with that? Plannin' to use it, ma'am. Plannin' to scrub them urinals so clean we're gonna have to wear dark glasses every time we take a pee. Goes into the latrine. Examining the MEN thoughtfully. Yes, Miss Ratched? Have you gentlemen been reasoning with Mr. Yes, Miss Ratched. Just what did you say? She smiles. That's fine, boys. The Nurses' Station is faintly illuminated from within. Elsewhere there are only the blue nightlights; and moonlight pours through the windows.
For afew moments the stage is deserted. He is drawn to the windows, magnetized by moonlight. Raises his head looking up at the sky He raises his arms wide, as though to embrace the whole lost world beyond the windows, then folds them about his body. Chief, you all right? No acknowledgment. Saw you get up and figgered maybe you come out here to scrape off some a that thousand-year gum.
Offering a stick ofgum; apologetically. They took away my canteen privileges so this is all I got.
Faking it - then he speaks in a hoarse voice. Thank you. That's okay. Starts ofJ, comes to a startled halt. Hey -! Coming back. Try it again - you're a little rusty. Clears his throat; more clearly. Stopping him.
Bidin' your time till you could tell 'em off? How's that? I'm not big enough. Hoo boy, you are crazy, aren't you. I been on a few reservations in my life, but you are the biggest damn Injun I haye ever seen!
My papa was bigger. He was a full chief and his name was Tee Ah Millatoona. But my mother got twice his size. You must have had a real moose of an old lady! Oh, she wasn't big that way. She wasn't Indian, neither. She was a town woman. Her name was Bromden. Yeah, I think I see what you're getting at And your papa had to take her name? She said she wouldn't be married to no man with a name like Tee Ah Millatoona. But is wasn't only her that made him little.
Everybody worked on him. The way they're workin' on you. They who? The Combine. It wanted us to go live some place else. It wanted to take away our waterfall. In town they beat up Papa in the' alleys and cut off his hair. Oh, the Combine's big He fought it a long time till my mother made him too little to fight any more. Then he signed the papers. What papers, Chief? The ones that gave everything to the government. The village. The falls. I remember but I heard the tribe got paid some huge amount.
That's what the government guy said, here's a whole big pot of money. And Papa said, what can you pay for the way a man lives? What can you pay for his right to be an Indian?With malicious relish.
I'm not talkin' 'bout Fred Yoong and whosis Jones, buddy, I'm talkin' 'bout that crummy meeting and what that nurse did to you. At the foot of the Station there is a gray steel oblong, perhaps three feet long. As stupidly simple as that. Oh, hell, yes. Shut up, will ya? Heya, heya, step right up ladies and gentlemen, and try your luck, a bonanza for a dime, a prize on every spinna the wheel!
The bell rings.