varlamov:
«Героиня «Трех билбордов» — немолодая, крепкая и жёсткая Милдред (готов спорить, что эта роль принесёт Оскар Фрэнсис Макдорманд) — не может смириться с гибелью дочери. ... Этот фильм сделан выдающимся театральным драматургом, и это очевидно — лучшего сценария я, пожалуй, не припомню за долгие года. Питер Динклейдж, Вуди Харрельсон и Лукас Хеджес превосходны, а роль Сэма Рокуэлла может принести ему номинацию на Оскар. После этой картины Макдонах стал вровень с классиками — Тарантино и братьями Коэнами.»nostradamvs:
«Прекрасно. Макдонах полностью реабилитровался после очень глупых «Семи психопатов» и вернулся к уровню «Залечь на дно в Брюгге». Даже не вернулся, даже в какой-то мере – превзошёл. Все персонажи прекрасны – МакДорманд, Харрельсон, Рокуэлл, Динклейдж, все абсолютно настоящие, все такие, какими и должны быть. ... И вообще весь фильм ржёшь, потому что грустно, потому что у кого-то убили дочь, у кого-то рак, а кого-то выбросили из окна, и он весь в переломах. Это так смешно, поразительно. 10/10.»
Red Welby: You're right. We got three billboards out there... Nobody's put nothing up out there since 1986. That was Huggies.
Mildred: What's the law on what you can and cannot say on a billboard? I assume you can't say nothing defamatory, and you can't say "fuck," "piss," or "cunt." That right?
Red Welby: Uh... Or... "anus".
Mildred: Well, I think I'll be all right then.
Mildred: If it was me, I'd start up a database. Every male baby what's born, stick them on it, and as soon as he done something wrong, cross-reference it, make 100% certain it was a correct match, then kill him.
Willoughby: Yeah, well, there's... definitely civil rights laws prevents that.
Mildred: Ah.
Mildred: So how's it all going in the nigger-torturing business, Dixon?
Dixon: It's persons-of-color-torturing business, these days. If you wanna know... I didn't torture nobody.
Willoughby: Don't give me that look. If you got rid of every cop with vaguely racist leanings, you'd have... three cops left, and all of them are gonna hate the fags. So what are you gonna do, you know?
Charlie: You think this has focused their minds? Mmm? I'll tell you what it's focused their minds on. It's focused their minds on how exactly are they gonna fuck you up.
Mildred: The more you keep a case in the public eye, the better your chances are of getting it solved. It's in all the guidebooks, Charlie.
Mildred: When you can't trust the lawyers and the advertising men, what the hell's America coming to, huh?
Willoughby: My Darling Anne, There's a longer letter in the dresser drawer I've been writing for the last week or so, that one covers us, and my memories of us, and how much I've always loved you. This one just covers tonight, and more importantly, today. Tonight I have gone out to the horses to end it. I cannot say sorry for the act itself, although I know for a short time you will be angry at me, or even hate me for it. Please don't. This is not a case of, I came in this world alone and I'm goin' out of it alone, or anything dumb like that. I did not come in this world alone, my mom was there. And I am not goin' out of it alone, 'cause you were there, drunk on the couch, making Oscar Wilde cock jokes. No, this is a case, in some senses, of bravery. Not the bravery of facing a bullet down. The next few months of pain would be far harder than that small flash. No, it's the bravery of weighing up the next few months of still being with you, still waking up with you, of playing with the kids... Against the next few months of seeing in your eyes how much my pain is killing you. How my weakened body, as it ebbs away, and you tend to it, are your final and lasting memories of me. I won't have that. Your final memories of me will be us at the riverside, and that dumb fishing game, which I think they cheated at. And me inside of you, and you on top of me... And barely a fleeting thought, of the darkness yet to come. That was the best Anne. A whooole day of not thinking about it. Dwell on this day baby, 'cause it was the best day of my life. Kiss the girls for me, and know that I've always loved you... And maybe I'll see ya again if there's another place, and if there ain't... Well, it's been heaven knowing you. Your Boy, Bill
Willoughby: ...as long as you hold on to so much hate, then I don't think you're ever gonna become... what I know you wanna become. A detective. Because you know what you need to become a detective? And I know you're gonna wince when I say this... But what you need to become a detective... is love. Because through love comes calm, and through calm comes thought. And you need thought to detect stuff sometimes, Jason. It's kinda all you need.
You don't even need a gun. And you definitely don't need hate. Hate never solved nothing. But calm did. And thought did.
Try it. Try it just for a change. No one will think you're gay. And if they do, arrest them for homophobia. Won't they be surprised?...
Abercrombie: You two boyfriend and girlfriend?
James: Early stages, you know.
Abercrombie: Is that right?
Mildred: ... We had a couple dates...
James: You wanna go out to dinner with me next week?
Mildred: Yeah, I'll go out to dinner with ya. But I ain't gonna fuck ya.
James: Well, I... I ain't gonna fuck you neither. I guess.
James: I'm gonna go use the little boy's room...
Charlie: Look, I didn't come over here to break your balls. You can date as many midgets as you want.
Dixon: I didn't want you to give up hope, you know?
Mildred: I've been trying not to.
Dixon: Well... all you can do is try. As my momma says... not so much about hope as about... well, I didn't used to be very good at English at school. So it was more "All you can do is try to not be so crap at English."
Mildred: I need to tell you something... It was me that burned down the police station.
Dixon: Why, who the hell else would it have been?
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Σ mi3ch:«Кстати, если вам понравился фильм «Три билборда» Мартина МакДона, посмотрите и его же фильм «Семь психопатов»
Прекрасные актеры и много самоиронии. «Криминальное чтиво» 2.0»
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