Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish (Intro)

You know what the with Hollywood is?
make shit.
Unbelievable, shit.
Now I'm not some wannabe filmmaker
that's for existentialism
through a haze of smoke or something.
No, it's easy to apart bad acting, short-sighted directing,
and a purely moronic stringing together of words that many of the term as "prose".
No, I'm talking about the of realism.
Realism; not a pervasive element in today's modern cinematic vision.
Dog Day Afternoon, for example.
Arguably Pacino's best work, of Scarface and Godfather Part 1, of course.
Masterpiece of directing, easily best.
The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch.
But... they didn't the envelope.
Now what if in Dog Day, Sonny really wanted to get with it?
What if - now here's the tricky part - what if he started killing hostages right No mercy, no quarter.
"Meet our demands or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms it the back of the head." Bam, splat!
What, still no bus? Come on! How many innocent victims splattered across a window would it take to have the city reverse its policy on hostage situations? And this is 1976; there's no CNN, no CNBC, there's no internet!
Now forward to today, present time, same situation.
How quickly would the modern make a frenzy over this?
In a matter of hours, it'd be biggest from Boston to Budapest!
Ten die, twenty, thirty; bum bum, one after another.
All in high-def, computer-enhanced, color corrected.
You can practically the brain matter.
All for what? A bus, a
A couple of million dollars that's federally
I don't think so. a thought. I mean, it's not within the realm of conventional cinema but what if?