HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
CHUD
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
CHUD
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
CHUD
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
One thing I never understood was this: Why didn't Tommy just have his mom sew mirrors onto his collar, pop his collar beforehand, and that way the laser beam they put through his head would have bounced off a mirror and killed his attacker. That's what I would have done anyway.
Zoomer here, watched this Scorcesi masterpiece suggested by Cinemaphile on x2.
I admit i was browsing my phone in some slow parts of the movie.
That said...why they killed him?
OH N- >ow is the winter of our discontent >Made glorious summer by this son of York; >And all the clouds that lowered upon our house >In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. >Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, >Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments, >Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, >Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. >Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front, >And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds >To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, >He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber >To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. >But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks >Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; >I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty >To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; >I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, >Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, >Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time >Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, >And that so lamely and unfashionable >That dogs bark at me as I halt by them-- >Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, >Have no delight to pass away the time, >Unless to see my shadow in the sun >And descant on mine own deformity. >And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover >To entertain these fair well-spoken days, >I am determinèd to prove a villain >And hate the idle pleasures of these days. >Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, >By drunk prophecies, libels, and dreams, >To set my brother Clarence and the king >In deadly hate the one against the other; >And if King Edward be as true and just >As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, >This day should Clarence closely be mewed up >About a prophecy which says that "G" >Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. >Dive, thoughts, down to my soul—here Clarence comes!
Nah we had a problem
wow great movie fx hollywood! looks like there is torch in the gun !
It's a laser gun, you dumbass. You would've known if you watched the movie.
wtf is a 'torch'?
Should I rewatch this movie or Casino
casino of course
Casino
Why do you have to get shot in the head to become a made man? Wouldn't most candidates died from that?
You wouldn't understand. It was greaseball shit.
oh yes
IGGER
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
CHUD
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
CHUD
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
CHUD
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
Why did they kill this guy anyway? Probably something about spaghetti sauce.
He was about to utter an ethnic slur so they had to put the chud down
he refused to get his shinebox despite being asked by a made man
So, who was in the wrong here?
He insulted him a little bit
He was just breaking balls
Nah he didn't insult NOBODY
Can you blame him? He had to eat grilled cheese off the radiator doing 20 years in the can
Billy Bats was a made man
>in the ass I fricked him!
Why didn't they let him finish his thought? That's so rude!
No more shines Billy
One thing I never understood was this: Why didn't Tommy just have his mom sew mirrors onto his collar, pop his collar beforehand, and that way the laser beam they put through his head would have bounced off a mirror and killed his attacker. That's what I would have done anyway.
I wouldn't have done anything. I would have listened to them, that's what no one else did.
>Hey Henry, the Big Guy upstairs gave me a second chance!
Wearing that cringe, weirdly pressed shirt collar was no reason to kill the guy.
I don't remember, but how did the shot not kill him and he was later fighting against them while they buried him and his brother in the desert?
>obviously rubber bats
why os scorcese such a hack
what happened that made you like this?
OH Y-
Samegay
That special effect was really bad. The gunshot looks like a flashlight and they made the blood come out of his head like a little fountain.
i mean what else he was supposed to do having been humiliated like that
Zoomer here, watched this Scorcesi masterpiece suggested by Cinemaphile on x2.
I admit i was browsing my phone in some slow parts of the movie.
That said...why they killed him?
why were they called 'goodfellas' when they were bad fellas?
Agger
OH N-
>ow is the winter of our discontent
>Made glorious summer by this son of York;
>And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
>In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
>Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
>Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,
>Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
>Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
>Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,
>And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds
>To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
>He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
>To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
>But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks
>Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
>I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
>To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
>I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
>Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
>Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
>Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
>And that so lamely and unfashionable
>That dogs bark at me as I halt by them--
>Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
>Have no delight to pass away the time,
>Unless to see my shadow in the sun
>And descant on mine own deformity.
>And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
>To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
>I am determinèd to prove a villain
>And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
>Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
>By drunk prophecies, libels, and dreams,
>To set my brother Clarence and the king
>In deadly hate the one against the other;
>And if King Edward be as true and just
>As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
>This day should Clarence closely be mewed up
>About a prophecy which says that "G"
>Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
>Dive, thoughts, down to my soul—here Clarence comes!
>At last, I became the goodfella
turned it off right there.
Ahahahaha