a 30 secondi dalla fine (runaway train), di andrei konchalovsky

un film dritto, essenziale, senza svolte, sporco, in cui come sempre accade nella vita reale gli estremi si annullano e periscono, i mediocri si trovano e sopravvivono.

you're not gonna do nothing like that. i'll tell you what you're gonna do! you're gonna get a job. that's what you're gonna do. you're gonna get a little job, some job a convict can get. like scraping off trays at a cafeteria or cleaning out toilets. and you're gonna hold on to that job like gold. because it is gold! [...]
i wouldn't do that kind of shit. i'd rather be in jail.
more's the pity, youngster. more the pity.
could you do that kind of shit?
i wish i could. i wish i could.
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