Es solo diálogo... (2)

El inicio de Blade Runner (Ridley Scott, 1982) es uno de los mejores inicios de película que he visto; corriendo en escasos minutos, se presenta una pequeña conversación/interrogatorio cargado de tensión y nerviosismo entre un detective y un replicante (un androide, robot-humano, como quieran verlo, loco, psicópata, peligroso). Envueltos ambos personajes en ese ambiente de cine negro, oscuro, lleno de humo, miradas luminosas, misteriosas, mentirosas. Por ese encanto que tiene los primeros momentos de la película, tras la introducción sonora de la soberbia creación de Vangelis, tuve que transcribir la escena, play/pausa cada determinado número de palabras. So... aquí va:

(Knock, knock)

Mr. Holden: Come In. Sit down.

Leon: Care if I talk? I kinda get nervous when I take tests.

Mr. Holden: Just please don’t move.

Leon: Oh, sorry. I already had an IQ test. I don’t think I’ve ever had one of these.

Mr. Holden: Reaction time is a factor, so pay attention. Now answer as quickly as you can.

Leon: Sure.

Mr. Holden: 1187 at Hunterwasser.

Leon: That’s the hotel.

Mr. Holden: What?

Leon: Where I live.

Mr. Holden: Nice place?

Leon: Yeah, sure, I guess. Is that part of the test?

Mr. Holden: No, just warming up, that’s all.

Leon: Huh, It’s not fancy or anything…

Mr. Holden: You’re in a dessert, walking along in the sand, when all of the sudden…

Leon: Is this the test now?

Mr. Holden: Yes. You’re in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of the sudden you look down…

Leon: What one?

Mr. Holden: What?

Leon: What desert?

Mr. Holden: Doesn’t make any difference. It’s completely hypothetical.

Leon: But how come I’d be there?

Mr. Holden: Maybe you’re fed up. Maybe you wanna be by yourself. Who knows? You look down you see a tortoise; it’s crawling towards you…

Leon: Tortoise? What’s that?

Mr. Holden: You know what a turtle is?

Leon: Of course.

Mr. Holden: Same thing.

Leon: I’ve never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean.

Mr. Holden: You reach down, you flip the tortoise over its back…

Leon: Do you make up these questions Mr. Holden? Or do they write them down for you?

Mr. Holden: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs, trying to turn itself over, but it can’t. Not without your help. But you’re not helping.

Leon: What do you mean I’m not helping?

Mr. Holden: I mean you’re not helping. Why is that, Leon? They’re just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they’re written down for me. It’s a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue?

Leon: (nods affirming).

Mr. Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.

Leon: My mother?

Mr. Holden: Yeah.

Leon: Let me tell you about my mother…

Es sólo diálogo...

Porque no tengo nada mejor que hacer -ya leí, dibujé un rato, vi el techo y mantuve una conversación conmigos misma durante unos minutos-, he transcrito toda una escena de una de mis películas favoritas, obra de los genialísimos hermanos Coen. The Big Lebowski (1998), es una película buenísima de esas como las que pocas veces se encuentran ya dentro de Hollywood, pero claro, es de los Coen. Es una comedia que realmente nos hacen reír y eventualmente terminar recordando y citando el diálogo. Y es que tocando el tema del diálogo, es tan natural, tan fluido, tan espontáneo, estúpido e irreverente. La película es una historia de enredos comenzando por dos personajes bajo el mismo nombre: Jeffrey Lebowski. El primer Jeff Lebowski (Jeff Bridges) es un pensionado veterano de guerra que pasa sus días bebiendo rusos blancos, fumando mota y jugando bolos; se hace llamar y  responde sólo al nombre de The Dude. El segundo es un millonario parapléjico, de edad avanzada, cuya esposa ninfómana es perseguida por deberle dinero a un magnate de la industria fílmica porno. Los achichincles del magnate mandan cobrar dichas deudas y terminan confundiendo a The Dude (el primer Lebowski) con el millonario Lebowski. Y como dicen... de ahí pa'l real; la historia se desenvuelve con toda fineza y naturalidad colina abajo con una lista de ridículos y caricaturescos personajes interpretados a la perfección.

Esta escena sucede justo tras la parte introductoria de la película, en la cual los achichincles del pornógrafo confunden a The Dude con el millonario y terminan orinándose en su carpeta persa. ... ... ...

Walter: This was a valued rug. This was a…

Dude: Yeah, man, it really tied the room together.

Walter: This was a valued, uh…

Dude: Yeah.

Donny: What tied the room together, Dude?

Dude: My rug.

Walter: Where you listening to the Dude’s story, Donny? Where you listening to the Dude’s story?

Donny: I was bowling.

Walter: So you have no frame of reference here, Donny. You’re like a child that wanders into the middle of a movie…

Dude: Oh, Walter. What’s the point?

Walter: There’s no reason… Here’s my point, Dude. There’s no fuckin’ reason...

Donny: Yeah Walter, what’s your point?

Walter: What?

Dude: Listen, what is the poi… Look, we all know who is at fault here. What the fuck are you talking about?

Walter: Huh? No, what the fuck are you… I’m not… We’re talking about unchecked aggression here.

Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?

Dude: My rug.

Walter: Forget it Donny, you’re out of your element!

Dude: Walter, the Chinaman who peed on my rug. I can’t go give him a bill! So what the fuck are you talking about?

Walter: What the fuck are you talking about? The Chinaman is not the issue here, Dude! I’m talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you do not… Also, Dude, “Chinaman” is not the preferred nomenclature. “Asian-American”, please.

Dude: Walter, this isn’t a guy who built the railroads here. This is a guy…

Walter: What the fuck are you ta…?

Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug.

Donny: He peed on the Dude’s rug.

Walter: Donny, you’re out of your element! The Chinaman is not the issue here.

Dude: So, who…?

Walter: Jeff Lebowski. The other Jeffrey Lebowski. The millionare.

Dude: That’s fucking interesting man. That’s fucking interesting.

Walter: Plus, he has the wealth, obviously, and the resources, so that there is no reason, there’s no fucking reason why his wife should go out and owe money all over town, and then they come and they pee on your fucking rug! Am I wrong?

Dude: No.

Walter: Am I wrong?

Dude: Yeah, but…

Walter: Ok then. That rug really tied the room together, did it not?

Dude: Fuckin’ A.

Donny: And this guy peed on it.

Walter: Donny, please.

Dude: You know, this is the fucking guy… I could find this fucking Lebowski guy.

Donny: His name is Lebowski? That’s your name, Dude.

Dude: This is the guy who should compensate me for the fucking rug. His wife goes out and owes money all over town and they pee on my rug?

Walter: They peed on your fucking rug.

Dude: Peed on my fucking rug.

Walter: That’s right, Dude. They peed on your fucking rug.

Aquí el video. Ahora me voy, seguiré viendo el techo y conversando con me, myself and I.