And when the time came, Hemingway, having done everything and seen it all, Death arrived to his home, to find him already dead, shot by himself. Nobody could take Hemingway, not even death.
One of the best scenes from one of the better movies I've seen in the last 10 years. Thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish, and the kind of movie you want to see again after it's over. The only other Woody Allen movie that I've thought that much about is "Play It Again Sam."
Re-read the bullfighting scene in the Sun Also Rises and you realize that's the point he's making here. The bullfighter has recently taken a beating from Cohn and is in pain but his focus and commitment to the fight take over and push his pain completely out of his mind. By the end the perfection of his focus is a triumph and he's carried on people's shoulders. It's easily a metaphor for any kind of past trauma, pain or fear, and the need of passion and courage to overcome it. Woody Allen understands Hemingway.
Ok, Ok, I'm no Hemingway, but here goes... It was dark. A darker night than most because of the thick cloud cover and fog. There were no stars, and only once in a while the moon would poke its face out from behind the clouds, offering only a brief glimpse of hazy light. But it lasted only seconds. The smell of death was in the air. Death and diesel fuel. I could hear men screaming far out past the perimeter. And the bullets did not stop coming. There were four of us, huddled down beside the burned out hulk of a dead Huey gunship. Everyone else on the chopper was dead, including the pilot. My three comrades were shell shocked and of no help. I had to keep it together. I found the M60 machine gun, still in the hands of the dead gunner. I took the weapon and the belts of ammo he was draped in. I knew there was a lone sniper in the jungle from the sound of his rifle. But I could not see him. But I didn't want to waste the ammunition. So I waited. I waited for the moon to show its face as I knew it would. When the moon came out from behind the clouds, I saw a glimmer in the distance. It was a perfectly round disk of silver moonlight. The sniper's scope! I aimed for the disk and unleashed half a belt of .30 caliber rounds. I waited. Nothing. I waited some more. Still nothing. Mustering my courage, I ran towards where the silver disk had been, the M60 at my hip, and firing as I ran, laying down my own cover fire. When I reached the dead sniper, I saw that he was chewed up badly. And I smiled. Then I vanished into the jungle, leaving the 3 men behind me, to die as the cowards they were...
Hold up, what in the absolute hell? "Our job was to take the hill..." No. Just no. Contrary to how he lived the vast majority of his life, Hemingway was not a fighter in WWI. He was a member of the Red Cross. The rest sounds like Hemingway, and he did take a more aggressive role in the Second World War (though he was also there as a journalist, this is a long story that to put it into perspective the damn cliff notes version of his life, being told at speed, takes about 3 and a half minutes to tell). But yeah, he was a boxer, hunter, serial cheater (he usually married the woman he cheated on his wife with later) survivor of multiple plane crashes, car wrecks, bombs, and gun shot wounds (though that last one finally did him in by the only thing in the world powerful enough to kill him, himself). But in a war where there was so much death, he was an ambulance driver, trying to save as many as he could. How could they get that bit wrong?
The movie concerns time travel, so right away we are not hewing to reality...and the characters are living their "mythical" selves, exactly as Gil would have imagined them.
Hemmingway was known for exaggerating his efforts in the war. Besides this movie is a fantasy where characters are built up how Gil imagined them in his head.
You are missing the simplest answer; Hemingway was reading his own work. This recitation could very well be paraphrases or quotes from "The Sun also rises." To be clear, I am not criticizing your criticism nor your opinion.
This is exactly what it sounds like to me when I read Hemingway. Same cadence.
You write as you talk.. Except putting in and like in every sentence
Ok sure. But when I say this I'm told "that's enough" and that I've had "a few too many "
Am pretty sure even Hemingway has been told so, he just didn't care and kept a company who didn't just tolerate but celebrated his thoughts.
This is hilarious
@@dokatmasali3666 I fear for the man that would tell Hemingway he'd had enough to drink. Them's fightin' words.
You are surrounded by the entirely wrong sort of people then, find others like yourself the ones that pay quiet attention to life's mysteries.
Damn, Corey played great Hemingway, words out of his mouth were kinda he was reading one of his book for me
Agreed. But you have to give Mr. Allen a lot of credit for the dialogue especially since there is usually little to no improvisation in his movies.
@@mdarrenu Yes, Woody's script was perfect, Corey did an unforgettable job of grasping Hemingway's very male, slightly mad passion. 👍🔥
@@anjou6497 agreed. don't forget Belmonte! this was one of his best movies and top notch in a long time.
@@mdarrenu Yes, he was spot on. 🪗💖
And when the time came, Hemingway, having done everything and seen it all, Death arrived to his home, to find him already dead, shot by himself. Nobody could take Hemingway, not even death.
0:37 - 0:50 Am I reading? Or watching? It's so good.
One of the best scenes from one of the better movies I've seen in the last 10 years. Thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish, and the kind of movie you want to see again after it's over. The only other Woody Allen movie that I've thought that much about is "Play It Again Sam."
This has to be the best scene..So deep
Such a beautiful scene when Gil is waiting for the car. So beautifully lit. Boy Hemingway is gorgeous.
this guy is lucky. gets writing advice, life advice and sex advice all at once from Hemingway himself
Re-read the bullfighting scene in the Sun Also Rises and you realize that's the point he's making here. The bullfighter has recently taken a beating from Cohn and is in pain but his focus and commitment to the fight take over and push his pain completely out of his mind. By the end the perfection of his focus is a triumph and he's carried on people's shoulders. It's easily a metaphor for any kind of past trauma, pain or fear, and the need of passion and courage to overcome it. Woody Allen understands Hemingway.
Ok, Ok, I'm no Hemingway, but here goes...
It was dark. A darker night than most because of the thick cloud cover and fog. There were no stars, and only once in a while the moon would poke its face out from behind the clouds, offering only a brief glimpse of hazy light. But it lasted only seconds.
The smell of death was in the air. Death and diesel fuel. I could hear men screaming far out past the perimeter. And the bullets did not stop coming.
There were four of us, huddled down beside the burned out hulk of a dead Huey gunship. Everyone else on the chopper was dead, including the pilot.
My three comrades were shell shocked and of no help. I had to keep it together.
I found the M60 machine gun, still in the hands of the dead gunner. I took the weapon and the belts of ammo he was draped in.
I knew there was a lone sniper in the jungle from the sound of his rifle. But I could not see him. But I didn't want to waste the ammunition. So I waited. I waited for the moon to show its face as I knew it would.
When the moon came out from behind the clouds, I saw a glimmer in the distance. It was a perfectly round disk of silver moonlight. The sniper's scope!
I aimed for the disk and unleashed half a belt of .30 caliber rounds.
I waited. Nothing. I waited some more. Still nothing.
Mustering my courage, I ran towards where the silver disk had been, the M60 at my hip, and firing as I ran, laying down my own cover fire.
When I reached the dead sniper, I saw that he was chewed up badly. And I smiled.
Then I vanished into the jungle, leaving the 3 men behind me, to die as the cowards they were...
1:16 when you’re single friend starts talking mad shit
It's true
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Hold up, what in the absolute hell? "Our job was to take the hill..." No. Just no. Contrary to how he lived the vast majority of his life, Hemingway was not a fighter in WWI. He was a member of the Red Cross. The rest sounds like Hemingway, and he did take a more aggressive role in the Second World War (though he was also there as a journalist, this is a long story that to put it into perspective the damn cliff notes version of his life, being told at speed, takes about 3 and a half minutes to tell). But yeah, he was a boxer, hunter, serial cheater (he usually married the woman he cheated on his wife with later) survivor of multiple plane crashes, car wrecks, bombs, and gun shot wounds (though that last one finally did him in by the only thing in the world powerful enough to kill him, himself). But in a war where there was so much death, he was an ambulance driver, trying to save as many as he could. How could they get that bit wrong?
The movie concerns time travel, so right away we are not hewing to reality...and the characters are living their "mythical" selves, exactly as Gil would have imagined them.
And he was also a famous liar! His friend Fitzgerald based the Character of Gatsby on him. who carried a false war medal to show off to others.
Hemmingway was known for exaggerating his efforts in the war. Besides this movie is a fantasy where characters are built up how Gil imagined them in his head.
You are missing the simplest answer; Hemingway was reading his own work. This recitation could very well be paraphrases or quotes from "The Sun also rises." To be clear, I am not criticizing your criticism nor your opinion.
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