[Film] Şehrin Üzerindeki Eller - Francesco Rosi

2 gün önce SALT Online​ ve SALT Beyoğlu​'nda perşembe sineması programı kapsamında ücretsiz gösterimi yapılan "Şehrin Üzerindeki Eller (Le mani sulla città)" filmindeydim.

Muhteşem bir platform bu Açık Sinema. Orijinal dilinde (İtalyanca) gösterimi yapılan filmin hem Türkçe hem İngilizce altyazısı olunca da muhteşem bir kültür/yaş/ülke/dil/cinsiyet karışımı olan bir seyirci kitlesi çıkarmış ortaya. Yerlere atılan minderlerde arkanı da dayayabilince hem rahat bir ortam oluşmuş, hem de ilgi çok olduğundan tanımadığın insanlarla (ister istemez) yakınlaştığından çok sıcak bir ortam yaratılmış.

İtalyan yönetmen Francesco Rosi 1963 yılında tamamlamış olduğu bu filminde tüyler ürpertici bir gerçeklik sunuyor tam da Gezi 'nin yıldönümü ve seçim arifesinde olan bizlere.

Günümüzde, Türkiye'de, özellikle de İstanbul gibi büyükşehirlerde yaşanan, kentsel dönüşüm şemsiyesi altında şekillenen, siyasi ve kapital rantları, yönetim ve/veya denetleme gücüne sahip kişi, kurum ve kuruluşların çevirdiği dolapları öylesine bir gerçeklik ve 50-60 yıllık bir öngörüyle ortaya koyan bir film olmuş ki bu film, insan Taşkışla'yı, Gaziosmanpaşa'yı falan izlediğini sanıyor Napoli'nin yıllar önceki halini izlerken.

Bu noktada belirtmekte fayda var, 'öngörü' çok göreceli bir kavram. O zamanlar İtalya'nın Napoli kentinde geçen bu olayların kurgusal olmayan bir anlatımla ortaya konmuş olması da çok muhtemel. Zira kentleşme, siyaset, para ve çıkar öyle kavramlar ki, dünyanın her yerinde aynı şekilde yaşanıyor ve benzer acılar, benzer mağdurlar yaratıyor.

Filmi izlemenizi şiddetle tavsiye ediyorum. Büyük resmi göremiyorsak dahi görmemize bir yardımı dokunacağından eminim veya bize belki de daha önce hiç bakmadığımız bir bakış açısı kazandıracağından. Son olarak filmden bir alıntı ile bitiriyorum:

"Siyasi hayatta ahlaksal gazap değersiz bir şeydir. Tek gerçek günah nedir bilir misiniz? Kaybetmek."

[Film] A Single Man - Tom Ford

Story of a single man... His struggle with being alive... This beautiful movie drags you in every way with its story and every single frame. A not to miss performance by Colin Firth and a stunning directing performance by Tom Ford (photo below), from "A Single Man"...

Waking up begins with saying 'am' and 'now'. For the past eight months waking up has actually hurt. The cold realization that I'm still here slowly sets in. I was never terribly fond of waking up. I was never one to jump out of bed and greet the day with a smile like Jim was. I used to want to punch him sometimes in the morning he was so happy. I always used to tell him that only fools greet the day with a smile that only fools possibly escape the simple truth... that now isn't simply now. It's a cold reminder. One day later than yesterday. One year later than last year. And that sooner or later it will come. He used to laugh at me and then give me kiss on the cheek.

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- Just get through the goddamn day.

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- Of course, the Nazis were wrong to hate the Jews. But their hating the Jews was not without a cause. It's just that the cause wasn't real. The cause was imagined. The cause was fear. Let's leave the Jews out of this just for a moment. Let's think of another minority. One that... One that can go unnoticed if it needs to. There are all sorts of minorities, blondes for example or people with freckles. But a minority is only thought of as one when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority. A real threat or an imagined one. And therein lies the fear. If the minority is somehow invisible then the fear is much greater. That fear is why the minority is persecuted. So, you see there always is a cause. The cause is fear. Minorities are just people. People like us.

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- We always seem to get stuck talking about the past. The past just doesn't matter to me.

- The present?

- I can't wait for the present to be over. It's a total drag. Well, tonight is the exception.

- What? Tonight, yes! The present, no!

- Let's drink to tonight.

- Tonight. ...So if the past doesn't matter and the present is a total drag. What about the future?

- What future? Cuba might just blow us up.

- Death is the future. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be depressing.

- It's not depressing.

- It's not depressing, it's true. It may not be your immediate future but it's what we all share. Death is the future.

- You're right, I guess.

- If one is not enjoying one's present there isn't a great deal to suggest that the future should be any better.

- Yeah, I've thought that before. But the thing is you just never know. Look at tonight. Actually I feel really alone most of the time.

- You do?

- Yeah. I've always felt this way. I mean we're born alone, we die alone. And while we're here we are absolutely, completely sealed in our own bodies. Really weird. Kinda freaks me out to think about it. We can only experience the outside world through our own slanted perception of it. Who knows what you're really like? I just see what I think you're like.

- I'm exactly what I appear to be. If you look closely.

- You know the only thing that has made the whole thing worthwhile has been those few times that I've been able to really, truly connect with another human being. I had a hunch about you, sir.

- You did?

- Yes, sir. I had a hunch you might be a real romantic. You know, everyone keeps telling you that when you're older, that you'll have all this experience. Like it's some great thing. That's a load of shit.

- I think I've actually just gotten sillier and sillier.

- Really?

- Absolutely.

- So, all your experience is useless.

- No, I wouldn't say that. As our friend Mr. Huxley says: Experience is not what happens to a man. It is what a man does with what happens to him.

- Let's go swimming.

- Okay.

- What?

- It was a test.

- I thought you were bluffing about being silly so I said to myself I'll suggest doing something completely outrageous. And if he resists, if he even hesitates then I know he's full of shit.

- Well, I wasn't. Were you?

- Hell, no!

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A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think. And things seem so sharp. And the world seems so fresh as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them but like everything they fade. I've lived my live on these moments. They pull me back to the present and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.

[Film] City Island - Raymond De Felitta

Raymond De Felitta writes and directs the picture of an ordinary family where every body has their own secrets and hidden ambitions.

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- Alright, fellas. Stand up for the count. Stand up.

- Hayman.

- Here.

- Hathford.

- Here.

- Morning ladies, morning. Ellersby ...Madlock ...McChaughney. Let's move it.

"You asked me about my worst secret. My most personal secret. The secret of all my secrets. But first, I'm Vince Rizzo. I wanna begin by telling you about where I live."

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- My life is falling apart. It's all crumbling. 

Louder, I can't hear you. 

I need to know you love me.

- I... 

Say it.

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Jesus Christ!

Yes ... I love you.

- Wait a minute, why did you need to pause here? What were all those pauses for? What were they?

- What do you mean?

- You said 2 lines and I counted 4 pauses in 2 lines. Why do you need a pause before you say what?

- Oh, he's stalling for time.

- Why? I mean does he love her or does he not love her?

- He does love her.

- So what the hell you need to pause for? Listen. We have the Collar Moratorium on pauses. Five years of my life is going out the window listening to pauses in this room. I can't do it anymore. So we gotta cut out the pauses. In 2000 years of theatre history you'll never find anybody pausing. No body pauses, they either talk or they listen. They did their acting while they were talking. All of a sudden, Marlon Brando comes in to the picture about 45, 50 years ago. And everybody says: "Oh my God, the man is a genius." Did you see him thinking? Did you see Brando in 'The Fugitive Kind'? Anybody see that? You saw that. Ok. Somebody asked Brando what his name is. He's gonna think about it. Why does he have to think about that? Takes me half an hour to get back to the guy. It's not acting and it's not thinking. It's just... Well, it's just bullshit. No more pauses! If you wanna think, think in

the privacy of your own heart.

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- The other day, you asked me my worst secret, my most personal secret, the secret of all my secrets. At the time, I didn't understand it. But now I get it. First, I wanna begin you telling you who I am, where I'm from... My name is Vincent Rizzo and I'm from City Island...

Somehow with Tony's appearance a lot of good things happened. Every busy city needs an island of peace. Just like every busy soul needs a place to pause. Me, I was lucky. Because God, he has a way of busting you when you most need it. And he has a way of giving you a second chance. To attend for your screw ups. Now, I got my second chance.

[Film] Black - Sanjay Leela Bhansali

"Black" is a 2005 Indian drama film directed by Sanjay Leela Bhansali. "Black" revolves around a blind and deaf girl, and her relationship with her teacher who himself later develops Alzheimer's disease. The film draws inspiration from Helen Keller's life and struggle. [Wikipedia]

"My name is Michelle McNally. The older child of an Anglo Indian family based in Shimla. This story is about me and my teacher. A story about two people left incomplete by god who have fought a battle with fate and made the impossible, possible. The world in my story is different where sound transcends into silence and light into darkness. This is my world. Where nothing can be seen nor heard. There is only one name for my world... Black."

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"I can see everything clearly. A beautiful morning... snow covered streets... and that little girl... a lost soul, directionless. I will give her wings made of words, Ms. Nair. I will teach her how to fly."

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"That day you had won your first battle over my darkness. But today you don't remember anything. Now I will fight against your darkness. I'll teach you everything you taught me. 'Water.' The first word

that you taught me and after that you typed every little detail on my hand like a maestro playing a symphony."

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"People celebrate success but we celebrated failure. While eating ice cream you told me the story of the spider who after a lot of tries made her home. After all, failure is the first step towards success but for me these steps were never-ending."

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[Film] The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas - John Boyne & Mark Herman

Irish author John Boyne's book... Mark Herman writes the screenplay and directs the movie. The story of a young boy who is discovering the facts of World War II's Germany through his innocent friendship with a young Jewish boy... 

From the devastating movie The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas...

- How old are you?

- Eight.

- Me, too!

- It's not fair, me being stuck over here on my own, while you're over there,

playing with friends all day. 

- Playing?

- Well, that number. Isn't it a part of a game or something?

- It's just my number. Everyone gets given a different number.

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- Can I ask you something? Why do people wear pyjamas all day?

- They are not pyjamas.

- Well, those?

- We have to. They took all our clothes away.

- Who did?

- The soldiers.

- The soldiers? Why?

- ... I don't like soldiers. Do you?

- I do, quite. My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away for no reason.

- What sort, then?

- Well, he's the important sort. He's in charge of making everything better for everyone. So, is your dad a farmer?

- No, he's a watchmaker. Or was. Most of the time now, he just mends boots.

- It's funny how grown-ups can't make their minds up about what they want to do. It's like Pavel. Do you know him? Lives over there. He used to be a doctor, but gave it all up to peel potatoes.

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- Can I ask you another question? What do you burn in those chimneys? I saw them going the other day. Is it just lots of hay and stuff?

- I don't know. We're not allowed over there. Mama says it's old clothes.

- Well, whatever it is, it smells horrid.

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[Film] Finding Forrester - Gus Van Sant & Mike Rich

Mike Rich'in yazdığı ve Gus Van Sant'ın yönettiği, lise çağındaki başarılı bir siyahi çocuğun, her kez tarafından bilinen ama kayıp bir yazarla kurduğu dostluğun hikayesi... Finding Forrester

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Finding Forrester... A film written by Mike Rich and directed by Gus Van Sant tells the story of a young black successful boy and his secret friendship with a well-known yet lost author.

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- Neden kendimiz için yazdığımız sözler başkaları için yazdıklarımızdan çok daha iyi oluyor hep?

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- Ne yapıyorsun?

- Yazıyorum. Tuşlara basmaya başladığında sen de yazacaksın. (...) Bir sorun mu var?

- Hayır. Sadece düşünüyorum.

- Düşünme. O sonra gelir. İlk taslağını yaz yüreğinle. Sonra kafanla yeniden yazarsın. Yazmanın ilk anahtarı yazmaktır. Düşünmek değil.

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- Çorba sorusunda kalmalıydın. Bir sorunun amacı sadece bizi ilgilendiren konularda bilgi almaktır. Sizin çorbaların neden katılaşmadığını merak ediyordun. Büyük ihtimalle annen sütün çorbada ziyan edilmediği bir evde büyümüştü. Seni ilgilendiren bir konuda bilgi alma kriterine uymayan ''Hiç dışarı çıkıyor musun?'' sorusuna kıyasla o iyi bir soruydu.

- Pekala. Galiba artık çorba ile ilgili bir sorum yok.

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- Bazen sadece yazmanın basit ritmi bizi birinci sayfadan ikinciye götürür. Kendi sözcüklerini hissetmeye başladığında, onları yazmaya başla.

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Why is it the words we write for ourselves are always so much better than the words we write for others?

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- What are you doing?

- I'm writing. Like you'll be, when you start punching those keys. (...) Is there a problem?

- No. I'm just thinking.

- No thinking. That comes later. You write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is to write. Not to think.

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- You should have stayed with the soup question. The object of a question is to obtain information that matters only to us. You were wondering why your soup doesn't firm up? Probably because your mother

was brought up in a house that never wasted milk in soup. That question was a good one, in contrast to, "Do I ever go outside?" which fails to meet the criteria of obtaining information that matters to you.

- All right. I guess I don't have any more soup questions.

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- Sometimes the simple rhythm of typing gets us from page one to page two. When you begin to feel your own words, start typing them.

[Film] Before Sunset - Richard Linklater

Richard Linklater writes this story about a girl and a boy who met up in a train and spend a whole night together until the sunshine (Before Sunrise). Now, we are in Paris, witnessing their second encounter after 9 years. And they have too much things to tell each other.

- I've been thinking about this... Well, I always kind of wanted to write a book that all took place within the space of a pop song. Like three or four minutes long, the whole thing. The story, the idea, is that there's this guy, and he's totally depressed. His great dream was to be a lover, an adventurer, you know, riding motorcycles through South America. And instead he's sitting at a marble table eating lobster. He's got a good job and a beautiful wife. Everything that he needs. But that doesn't matter because what he wants is to fight for meaning. You know? Happiness is in the doing, right? Not in the getting what you want. So he's sitting there, and just that second his little 5-year-old daughter hops up on the table. And he knows that she should

get down, because she could get hurt. But she's dancing to this pop song in a summer dress. And he looks down and all of a sudden, he's 16. And his high-school sweetheart is dropping him off at home. And they just lost their virginity, and she loves him and the same song is playing on the car radio. And she climbs up and starts dancing on the roof of the car. And now he's worried about her. And she's beautiful, with a facial

expression just like his daughter's. In fact, maybe that's why he even likes her. You see, he knows he's not

remembering this dance, he's there. He's there, in both moments, simultaneously. And just for an instant,

all his life is just folding in on itself. And it's obvious to him that time is a lie. That it's all happening all the time and inside every moment is another moment, all happening simultaneously.

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- I was working for this organization that helped villages in Mexico. And their concerns was how to get the pencils sent to the kid in those little country schools. It was not about big, revolutionary ideas. It was about pencils. I see the people that do the real work, and what's really sad is that the people that are the most giving, hardworking and capable of making this world better usually don't have the ego and ambition to be a leader. They don't see any interest in superficial rewards. They don't care if their name ever appear in the press. They actually enjoy the process of helping others. They're in the moment.

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- Memory is a wonderful thing if you do not have to deal with the past.

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- Did you ever keep a journal when you were a kid? It's funny, I read one of mine from '83 the other day. And what really surprised me is that I was dealing with life the same way I am now. I was much more hopeful and naive but the core, and the way I was feeling things, is exactly the same. It made me realize

I haven't changed much at all.

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- Sometimes I worry I'll get to the end of my life feeling I haven't done all I wanted to. I want to paint more,

I want to play my guitar every day. I want to learn Chinese. I want to write more songs. There's so many things I want to do, and I end up doing not much.

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- I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like this. People just have an affair,

or even entire relationships, they break up and they forget. They move on like they would have

changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved because it hurts too much. I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but when I was a little girl my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk or ants crossing the road, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk. Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me and that I miss and will always miss. You can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details. Like, I remember the way your beard has a bit of red in it and how the sun was making it glow that morning right before you left. I remembered that, and I missed it.

[Film] Bin Dokuz Yüz Seksen Dört - Michael Radford

George Orwell'in efsane romanı Bin Dokuz Yüz Seksen Dört (Nineteen Eighty-Four) 'ten... Filmin senaryo yazarı ve yönetmeni Michael Radford. Kendisi William Shakespeare'in Venedik Taciri (The Merchant of Venice) 'ni de beyaz perdeye aktarmıştı hatırlarsanız; o girdiye de buradan ulaşabilirsiniz.

Film, aynen yazarın tasarladığı gibi 1984 Nisan-Haziran aylarında Londra'da çekildi.

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- Burası bizim ülkemiz. Bir barış ve bolluk ülkesi. Bir ahenk ve umut ülkesi. Burası bizim ülkemiz. Okyanusya. Bunlar bizim insanlarımız. İşçiler, çalışanlar, inşaatçılar... Bunlar bizim insanlarımız. Bizim dünyamızın işçileri, çabalıyorlar, savaşıyorlar, kan döküyorlar, ölüyorlar... Şehirlerimizin sokaklarında ve çok uzak savaş alanlarında umutlarımızın ve rüyalarımızın sakat bırakılmasına karşı savaşıyorlar. Kim onlar?  Onlar karanlık ordulardır. Avrasya'nın karanlık, öldüren orduları... Afrika ve Hindistan'ın çorak çöllerinde, Avustralasya'nın okyanusunda cesaret, güç ve gençlik kurban verildi. Onur duyacakları tek şey zalimlik olan barbarlara kurban verildi. Fakat zafere uzansak bile aramızda büyüyen ve yayılan bir kanser var; şeytani bir tümör:

"Parti'nin söylediği hiçbir şey doğru değil. Parti'nin söylediği hiçbir şey iyi değil. Savaşın kendisi gerçek olmasa bile parti savaşta olduğumuza inanmanızı istiyor... Saldırganlığınızı, kendi meşru hedeflerinden uzağa kanalize etmek için yapıyorlar... Parti. Büyük birader gerçek değil. O, Parti tarafından yaratılmış saf bir kurgu. Devletin gerçek yöneticileri bilinmiyor... kim olduğu belli olmayan işleticiler. Kim oldukları blinmediği için gücü izinsiz ve engelsizce kullanabiliyorlar. Okyanusya halkı, aldatılıyorsunuz. Parti halka hizmet etmez, kendine hizmet eder. Avrasya'yla savaşta değiliz. Parti'nin aptal ve itaatkar kölelerine dönüşüyorsunuz. Gözlerinizi açın. Kötülüğün size ne yaptığını görün. Parti kendi vatandaşlarının üstüne bomba atıyor. Kalk! Boyunduruğundan kurtul. Kaybedecek hiçbirşeyin yok, ama kazanacak çok şey var."

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Geçmişe... ya da geleceğe... Düşüncenin özgür olduğu bir çağa... Büyük Birader çağından, düşünce polisi çağından, ölü bir adamdan selamlar!

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Eğer umut varsa proleterlerde yatıyor. Eğer kendi güçlerinin bilincine varırlarsa komplo kurmaya ihtiyaçları kalmayacak. Tarih onlar için konu değil.

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- Savaş barıştır! Özgürlük köleliktir! Cehalet güçtür! İradenin zaferi orgazmın da üstündedir. Bu gece Anti-Sex birliğinin Zafer Meydanı'ndaki toplantısında 10.000 in üzerinde Partili kadın, sivil evliliklerin %50 azalmasını kutlayıp bekaretin korunması üzerine yemin edecekler ve yapay döllenme için kendilerini bir kap olarak taahüt edeceklerdir.

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Her şey sisin içinde kayboluyor. Geçmiş silindi ve silinme unutuldu. Yalan gerçek oluyor, sonra tekrar yalan oluyor.

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- Eğer duygularımı değiştirmemi sağlayabilirlerse seni sevmemin önüne geçebilirler. Gerçek ihanet bu olacaktır.

- Bunu yapamazlar. Bu, yapamayacakları tek şeydir. Sana işkence edebilirler ve sana her şeyi söyletebilirler. Ama seni inandıramazlar. İçine giremezler. Kalbine giremezler.

[Film] Fight Club - David Fincher

Yeraltı edebiyatının büyük dehalarından Chuck Palahniuk'un yazdığı Fight Club (Dövüş Kulübü), David Fincher tarafından 1999'da sinemaya uyarlandı. Senaryosunu Jim Uhls yazdı.

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David Fincher adapted this great underground novel Fight Club by American novelist Chuck Palahniuk into a film of the same name; Jim Uhls wrote the screenplay. 

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İnsanlar bana hep Tyler Durden'ı tanıyor muyum diye soruyorlar.

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- 3 dakika... İşte bu: Sıfır noktası. Günün anlam ve önemine dair bir şeyler söylemek ister misin?

Dişlerinin arasında silah namlusuyla yalnızca sesli harfler çıkarabilirsin.

- Hiçbir şey düşünemiyorum.

Bir an için, Tyler'ın kontrol ettiği imha olayını unutup o silahın ne kadar temiz olduğunu merak ettim.

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Farklı bir zamanda, farklı bir yerde uyanırsan farklı bir insan olarak uyanabilir misin? Seyahat ettiğim her yerde küçük hayatlar... Tek kullanımlık şeker, tek kullanımlık krema, tek kullanımlık yağ... Mikro dalgada ısıtılan Cordon Blue... Şampuan-krem karışımları... Numune diş macunu, küçük bar sabunlar... Her uçuşta tanıştığım insanlar, tek kullanımlık arkadaşlar... Kalkış ve uçuş arasında zamanı paylaşıyoruz. Elimize geçen tek şey bu.

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- Sana vurmamı mı istiyorsun?

- Hadi, yap bu iyiliği bana.

- Neden?

- Bilmiyorum neden. Hiç kavga etmedim, sen ettin mi?

- Hayır ama bu iyi bir şey.

- Kendin yapmadan nereden bilebilirsin ki! Yara izim olmadan ölmek istemiyorum. Hadi, vur bana cesaretim geçmeden.

- Tanrı'm, bu delilik.

- Delir öyleyse, bırak kopsun.

- Bilemiyorum.

- Ben de öyle; ama kimin umurunda? Kimse izlemiyor. Niye tasalanıyorsun?

- Bu delilik. Sana vurmamı istiyorsun?

- Doğru.

- Nasıl? Suratının ortasına mı yani?

- Şaşırt beni.

- Bu çok aptalca.

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- O... çocuğu! Kulağıma vurdun!

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- Biriyle dövüşmeyi seçecek olsan kiminle dövüşürdün?

- Patronumla herhalde.

- Gerçekten mi?

- Evet. Neden? Sen kiminle dövüşürdün?

- Babamla.

- Ben babamı tanımıyorum. Yani, onu tanıyorum; fakat ben 6 yaşındayken bizi terk etti, başka bir kadınla evlendi ve başka çocukları oldu. Her 6 yılda bir bunu yapıyor. Yeni bir şehre gidiyor ve yeni bir aile kuruyor.

- Herif şube açıyor desene!

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- Beyler, Dövüş Kulübü'ne hoş geldiniz. Dövüş Kulübü'nün ilk kuralı, Dövüş Kulübü hakkında konuşmayacaksınız. Dövüş Kulübü'nün ikinci kuralı, Dövüş Kulübü hakkında konuşmayacaksınız. Dövüş Kulübü’nün üçüncü kuralı biri "Dur!" derse, topallarsa, nazikçe dokunursa dövüş biter. Dördüncü kural, bir dövüş başına 2 kişi. Beşinci kural, aynı anda tek bir dövüş beyler! Altıncı kural, gömlek yok, ayakkabı yok. Yedinci kural, dövüşler gerektiği kadar sürer. Sekizinci ve son kural, eğer bu Dövüş Kulübü'nde ilk gecenizse dövüşmek zorundasınız.

--ENGLISH--

People always ask me if I know Tyler Durden.

...

- Three minutes. This is it. Ground zero. Want to say a few words for the occasion?

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

- I can't think of anything.

For a second, I forget about Tyler's controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is.

**

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave cordon bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos. Sample package mouthwash. Tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight, they're single-serving friends. Between takeoff and landing, we have our time together, but that's all we get.

**

- You just want me to hit you?

- Come on. Do me this one favor.

- Why?

- I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?

- No. But that's a good thing.

- You can't know yourself if you haven't. I don't wanna die without any scars. Come on. Hit me, before I lose my nerve.

- Oh, God. This is crazy.

- So go crazy! Let it rip.

- I don't know about this.

- I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care?

- This is crazy. You want me to hit you?

- That's right.

- Where? Like, in the face?

- Surprise me.

- This is so fucking stupid.

...

- Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear!

**

- If you could choose, who would you fight?

- I'd fight my boss, probably.

- Really?

- Yeah. Why? Who would you fight?

- I'd fight my dad.

- I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but he left when I was, like, six years old. Married this other woman and had some other kids. He did this every six years. He moves another city and starts a new family.

- Fucker's setting up franchises.

**

- Gentlemen! Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells "stop," goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

[Film] No Country for Old Men - Ethan & Joel Coen

Another fabulous movie from Coen Brothers after Big Lebowski: No Country for Old Men (2007). It was adapted into the screen from Pulitzer Award winning author Cormac McCarthy's novel (2005). 

 - [...] A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say, "O.K., I'll be part of this world."

**

- Are you going to shoot me?

- That depends. Do you see me? 

**

- Whatcha got ain't nothin new. This country's hard on people, you can't stop what's coming, it ain't all waiting on you. That's vanity. 

**

- You think this boy Moss has got any notion of the sorts of sons of bitches that're huntin' him?

- I don't know, he ought to. He's seen the same things I've seen, and it's certainly made an impression on me.

**

- Just how dangerous is he?

- Compared to what? The bubonic plague? 

**

- Did I say you could sit?

- No, but you strike me as a man who wouldn't want to waste his chair.

**

- Sheriff, was that a true story about Charlie Walser?

- Who's Charlie Walser? Oh! Well... uh... a true story? I couldn't swear to every detail but it's certainly true that it is a story. 

**

- I always figured when I got older, God would sorta come inta my life somehow. And he didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I would have the same opinion of me that he does. 

**

- Do you have any idea how crazy you are?

- You mean the nature of this conversation?

- I mean the nature of you.

[Film] The Merchant of Venice - Michael Radford

From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare... The screen writer and the director of the movie is Michael Radford. He also wrote the screenplay of "1984" -the famous novel by George Orwell- and directed it. I highly recommend you to read the play first. 

Shylock: If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me and hindered me half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what's his reason? I am a Jew! Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands? Organs, dimensions? Senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food? Hurt with the same weapons? Subject to the same diseases? Healed by the same means? Warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute. And it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. 

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Portia: You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, such as I am. [...] Happiest of all, is that her gentle spirit commits itself to yours to be directed as by her governor, her lord, her king. This house, these servants, and this same myself are yours, my lord's. I give them with this ring, which when you part from, lose or give away, let it presage the ruin of your love. And give me vantage to exclaim on you. 

**

Bassanio: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil? In religion, what damned error but some sober brow will bless it and approve it with a text, hiding the grossness with fair... ornament? Look on beauty and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, I will none of you. Nor none of you, O pale and common drudge between man and man. But you, O meagre lead, which rather threatenest than dost promise aught, your paleness moves me more... than eloquence. Here choose I. Joy be the consequence. 

[Film] Tibet'te Yedi Yıl - Jean-Jacques Annaud

Avusturyalı dağcı Heinrich Harrer'ın gerçek öyküsünü, Dalai Lama ile dostluğunu ve Tibet'in Çin işgali altında kalmasını anlatan otobiyografisi Seven Years in Tibet (Tibet'te Yedi Yıl, 1952), Jean-Jacques Annaud tarafından 1997 yılında sinemaya uyarlandı.

4 Ağustos

Kamp kurduk. Bir kar fırtınasına yakalandık. Bütün arkadaşlarım çığ düşmesinden endişeleniyor. Bu yüzden günlerdir burada bekliyoruz. Aufschnaiter'a kamp yapmak için bunun kötü bir hava olduğunu söyledim ama o bana katılmıyor. Aptal! Diğerlerinin burada oturup beklemeyi pek önemsediği yok gibi görünüyor, sadece umut ediyorlar ve bir şey yapmıyorlar. İnsanın kendini sorgulaması için uzun bir zaman, bu hiç iyi değil. Çünkü artık bu tırmanışın bir hata olduğunu düşünmeye başladım. 

**

- Bakın ben Alman değilim, Avusturyalıyım, sizin saçma savaşınızla bir ilgim yok.

**

15 Ekim 1939

Esir kampına getirildiğimizde kendi kendime bir söz verdim, yeni yılın ilk güneşi üstüme doğarken Ingrid'in yanında yatıyor olacaktım. Himalayalar önümüzde uzanıyordu. Kaçmak ve onların içinde kaybolmak çok kolay olacaktı.

**

Ekim 1940

Dördüncü kaçma girişimim de beni hedefime ulaştıramamıştı. Tek yapabildiğim, diğer mahkumlar  içinde ünlü bir kişi olabilmekti. 

**

Tibet, dünyanın çatısı. İnsan kendini Asya'nın ortasına kurulmuş Ortaçağ'dan kalma taş bir kulenin üstüne çıkmış gibi hissediyor... Burası dünya üstündeki en yüksek ve en kendi içine kapalı ülke.

**

- Öyleyse bu sizin medeniyetinizle bizimki arasındaki önemli farklardan biri. Siz hayatının her aşamasında zirveye tırmanan insana saygı duyuyorsunuz ama biz kendi egolarını terk edebilen insana saygı duyarız. Çoğu Tibetli böyle bir insana kendi hayatını emanet etmez.

**

- Bana bir hikaye anlat Heinrich, bana dağlara tırmanmayla ilgili bir hikaye anlat.

- O zaman kesin uykuya dalarsın, o hikayeler beni bile sıkıyor.

- O zaman sevdiğin yönlerinden bahset.

- Tam bir sadelik... İşte sevdiğim yönü. Dağa tırmanırken aklın bomboştur, tüm karmaşalardan uzak olursun ver birdenbire ışıklar daha keskin, sesler daha zengin olur. Ve için, hayatın derin ve güçlü varlığıyla doluverir.

**

- Sence bir gün insanlar Tibet'e de sinema perdesinden bakabilecek mi? Bize ne olduğunu merak edecekler mi?

**

Tibetliler'in piknik yapmak için bir araya geldikleri aynı alanlar, toprak pist yapmak için temizlendi. Böylece üç Çinli generali getiren uçak buraya inebilecekti. Çok yakınlarda Tibet ordusu tatbikat yapmakla meşguldü. Askerlerden bazıları eski savaşçılardı. Bulabildikleri tüm eski mızrak ve oku silah olarak getirmişlerdi. Barışı seven bir milletin çaresizliği görülmeye değerdi, acıyla bir ordu yaratmaya çalışıyorlardı. Dostlarımın yüzünde savaşın korkusunu görebiliyordum. Yüzlerine kazınan derin bir düşünce vardı. Kendi ülkemin saldırgan politikasını hatırladım, güçlü olanın zayıf olanlara hükmetmek isteyişini... Tanrım! Uzun zaman önce aynı inançları nasıl olup da paylaşabildiğime inanamadım. Bir zamanlar nasıl da bunlardan, bu saldırgan Çinliler'den hiçbir farkım olmadığını merak ettim. 

**

Sonsöz:

Çin'in Tibet'i işgali sonucu, 1 milyondan fazla Tibetli yaşamını yitirdi, 6 bin manastır yok edildi. 1959 yılında Dalai Lama Hindistan'a kaçmak zorunda bırakıldı. Bugün hala orada yaşıyor ve Çin'le barışçıl bir çözüm için çalışmalarını sürdürüyor. Dalai Lama 1989 yılında Nobel Barış Ödülü'ne layık görüldü. Heinrich Harrer ve Dalai Lama bugüne kadar dostluklarını sürdürdüler. 

[Film] The Big Lebowski - Ethan & Joel Coen

A legendary movie from Coen Brothers, Ethan and Joel Coen: The Big Lebowski... A movie you can watch fifty "fucking" times and never get bored.

 Voice-over (the stranger):

A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, like-wise. But then again, [...]

**

Dude: You brought a fucking Pomeranian bowling? 

 Walter: What do you mean "brought it bowling?" I didn't rent it shoes. I'm not buying it a fucking beer. He's not gonna take your fucking turn, Dude. 

Dude: Hey, man, if my fucking ex-wife asked me to take care of her fucking dog while she and her boyfriend went to Honolulu, I'd tell her to go fuck herself. Why can't she board it? 

Walter: First of all, Dude, you don't have an ex, secondly, it's a fucking show dog with fucking papers. You can't board it. It gets upset, its hair falls out. 

Dude: Hey man-- 

Walter: Fucking dog has papers, Dude.

**

Walter: That wasn't her toe. 

Dude: Whose toe was it, Walter? 

Walter: How the fuck should I know? I do know that nothing about it indicates-- 

Dude: The nail polish, Walter. 

Walter: Fine, Dude. As if it's impossible to get some nail polish, apply it to someone else's toe-- 

Dude: Someone else's--where the fuck are they gonna find-- 

Walter: You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me. 

Dude: But Walter-- 

Walter: I'll get you a toe by this afternoon--with nail polish. These fucking amateurs. They send us a toe, we're supposed to shit our-selves with fear. Jesus Christ. My point is-- 

Dude: They're gonna kill her, Walter, and then they're gonna kill me-- 

Walter: Well that's just, that's the stress talking, Dude. So far we have what looks to me like a series of victimless crimes-- 

Dude: What about the toe? 

Walter: FORGET ABOUT THE FUCKING TOE!

**

Dude: I figure my only hope is that the big Lebowski kills me before the Germans can cut my dick off.  Walter:  Now that is ridiculous, Dude. No one is going to cut your dick off. 

Dude: Yeah, thanks Walter. That gives me a very secure feeling. 

Walter:  Dude-- 

Dude: That makes me feel all warm inside. 

Walter: Now Dude-- 

Dude: This whole fucking thing-- I could be sitting here with just pee-stains on my rug.

**

Dude: Walter, come off it. You're not even fucking Jewish, you're fucking Polish Catholic-- 

Walter: What the fuck are you talking about? I converted when I married Cynthia! Come on, Dude! You know this! 

Dude: And you were divorced five fucking years ago. 

Walter: Yeah? What do you think happens when you get divorced? You turn in your library card? Get a new driver's license? Stop being Jewish?

**

The Stranger: The Dude abides. I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there, the Dude, takin' her easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. [...] Wal, uh hope you folks enjoyed yourselves. Catch ya further on down the trail.