Saturday: Raging Bull
11.12.2003 by , every Wednesday.
Nathan Lane comes over every Wednesday to the house to watch a movie, or just chat with Dan. Dan found these little chats so interesting, he decided to tape-record them and tell the world all the neat things Nathan had to say about movies and stuff.
Saturday, the second-last day, the sun burnt out long ago.
Raging Bull (1980): A biographical film about the middleweight champ, the physically tough, but emotionally self-destructive Jake LaMotta.
(our voices sound like they're in a tin can)
Nathan: I hate everything!
Me: Yeah, that's what she said.
Nathan: Who said that?
Me: Nobody. Nobody said that. It's just something you say.
Nathan: What? You just say that who said that?
Me: Nobody! What's the matter with you?
Nathan: Have you been talking to someone else? I thought these seven days were supposed to be just us?!
Me: What do you mean? Of course! I haven't been talking to anyone, Nathan.
Nathan: You better not have been. I find out you've been talking to someone else, I'll be out of here so fast.
(sound of a distant siren. not the emergency kind)
Nathan: It's getting messy in here. You ever think about cleaning up?
Nathan: Let's talk about the movie.
Me: Let's talk about the movie.
Nathan: I can see my two hands in front of me.
Me: Is that a review?
Nathan: It's what I identify with.
(I sigh loudly)
Nathan: Oh, what?
Nathan: No, tell me, Dan, we all want to know.
Me: Why do you gotta be so damned obtuse all the time?
Nathan: Fuck you, obtuse.
Me: Don't you ever want people to like you?
Nathan: More than anything.
Me: Then why shoot yourself in the gut?
Nathan: Like I said, Dan, I can see my two hands. Here they are, right here.
(sound of me smacking Nathan's hands away)
Me: I said cut that shit out! I want this to be good!
Nathan: I'm trying. It's not like I ever get any help from you.
Me: I'm not as smart as you!!
Nathan: That's what it's all about, isn't it? Jake just isn't as smart as everyone else. He's just a dumb guy using what he's got.
Me: I hate you.
Nathan: This is how it happens, Dan. You will sit here slamming your head against these prison walls.
Me: Oh, don't get all dark on us.
Nathan: Do you want to change seats?
(we switch seats)
Nathan: That's better. Isn't that better?
Me: I get it. It's better.
Nathan: Now Dan, tell me about what you will do when I'm gone.
Me: I told you not to bring that up.
Nathan: All right. What will you do the day after next?
Me: I can't think that far ahead. I live in the present.
Nathan: Bull. Everybody plans.
Me: What will you do?
Nathan: If you draw someone with wild, daring eyes, it doesn't actually mean that that person you drew is wild or daring.
Me: And my grandmother having wheels does not actually make her a trolley-car.
Nathan: You're right. You're not as smart as me.
Me: I want to die. And I want to be remembered.
Nathan: The best you can is good enough, Dan.
Me: Stop saying my name.
Nathan: Starts to sound strange after a while, doesn't it?
Me: I just want to forget who I am a lot of the time.
Nathan: Well, get a sandwich, Charlie, 'cause we're going in again.
Me: I can't do it. I'm done.
Nathan: No way. Nu-uh.
(sound of a match striking)
Me: One more?
Nathan: One more. Hey, I haven't slept either. I'm getting those flashes of heat-shudders about every minute now.
Me: What do you think it would sound like if we re-arranged every piece of sound on this tape?
3. Nathan: How could we?
2. Me: After this, we should never talk.
5. Nathan: But you don't want to get better.
4. Me: I'm feeling really sick.
1. Nathan: Somewhat similar to most of the other tapes.
next week: it'll be Sunday, but we won't be at church.