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domingo, 3 de diciembre de 2017

Kill Bill 2


-----Spoiler Alert-----


Recuerdo estar dormida en el sillón. Por aquél entonces mis prejuicios por "Kill Bill" me habían llevado a nunca terminar de ver siquiera el trailer. Tarantino a veces puede hacer esas cosas. Al abrir los ojos me encontré con lo que sería el último capitulo de la segunda película. Cuando terminó quedé totalmente cautivada por la dinámica entre Uma Thurman y David Carradine. Más tarde se convirtió en una de esas películas que por alguna razón siempre dejas aunque sea para que haga ruido de fondo.
Hago esta entrada porque hace unos días volví a cruzármela en la TV y aunque esta vez no despertaba de un sueño, quedé cautivada, pero por otras razones.




(0:31-3:49)

Bill: As you know, l'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology... The mythology is not only great, it's unique.

The Bride: How long does this shit take to go into effect?

Bill: About two minutes, just long enough for me to finish my point. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.

The Bride: Ah-so. The point emerges.

Bill: You would've worn the costume of Arlene Plimpton. But you were born Beatrix Kiddo. And every morning when you woke up, you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo. Oh, you can take the needle out.

The Bride: Are you calling me a superhero?

Bill: I'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store, goin' to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons. That's you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee. That's you tryin' to blend in with the hive. But you're not a worker bee. You're a renegade killer bee. And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.





The Bride: [Describing her pregnancy to Bill] Before that strip turned blue, I was a woman. I was your woman. I was a killer who killed for you. Before that strip turned blue, I would have jumped a motorcycle onto a speeding train... for you. But once that strip turned blue, I could no longer do any of those things. Not anymore. Because I was going to be a mother. Can you understand that?

Bill: Yes. But why didn't you tell me then instead of now?

The Bride: Because once I would have told you, you'd claim her, and I didn't want that.

Bill: Not your decision to make.

The Bride: Yes, but it was the right decision and I made it for my daughter. She deserved to be born with a clean slate. But with you, she would have been born in a world she shouldn't have. I had to choose... I chose her.
You know, five years ago, if I had to make a list of impossible things that would never happen, you performing a coup de grace on me, by busting a cap in my crown, would have been right at the top of the list. But I'd be wrong, wouldn't I?

Bill: I'm sorry, was that a question? Of impossible things that could never happen, in this case, yes, you would have been wrong.

The Bride: Well?

Bill: When you didn't come back, I naturally assumed that Lisa Wong or somebody else had killed you. Oh, and for the record, letting someone think that someone they love is dead when they're not is quite cruel. I mourned you for three months. And in the third month of mourning you, I tracked you down. Now, I wasn't trying to track you down. I was trying to track down the fucking assholes who I thought killed you. So, I find you. And what do I find? Not only are you not dead, you're getting married, to some fucking jerk, and you're pregnant. I... overreacted.
[long pause]

The Bride: You overreacted? Is that your explanation?

Bill: I didn't say I was gonna explain myself. I said I was gonna tell you the truth.
But if that's too cryptic, let's get literal. I'm a killer. I'm a murdering bastard, you know that, and there are consequences...to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard. You experienced some of them.
Was my reaction really that surprising?

The Bride: Yes. It was. Could you do what you did? Of course you could.
But I never thought you would, or could, do that to me.

Bill: I'm really sorry, Kiddo...but you thought wrong.

The Bride: You and I have unfinished business.

Bill: Baby... you ain't kiddin'.

(Fight)

Bill: Pai Mei taught you the five point palm-exploding heart technique?

The Bride: Of course he did.

Bill: Why didn't you tell me?

The Bride: I don't know... because I'm a bad person.

Bill: No. You're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person, but every once in a while, you can be a real cunt... How'd I look?

The Bride: You look ready.


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