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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Movie to reconsider ::: Deep Cover



At the beginning of my movie watching career I came across a film that captivated me in every way possible. I do not know hot to explain this with out going nuts, but I must say that forever I was locked in and ready to watch every film made by Laurence "Larry" Fishburne.

Mr. Fishburne has a swagger that no other actor at the time possessed. His abilities crushed every actor around him except for Jeff Goldblum who I think has been the most underrated actor of our era, but I am not going to get into that.

Picture your father walking across the screen with a gangster swag and all the while you know it is an act. With his application of skill, as the minutes wind down in the movie, it was hard to tell which way he was headed. Not too many actors have ever played cop the way Mr. Fish {as I like to call him}, as well.

Bill Dukes effort was seemed effortless and I vote this film into the need to be on blueray hall of fame. Matter of fact I would like to see what has become of the dectective and I would like for them to place the young kid that he saved into the film as a person it centers around or as a subplot that keeps things moving in a fast paced action drama that is non stop, with a redemptive undertone.

We all know that MR. Fish can rock with the best of them. So now what Hollywood. This is a sequel waiting to happen. What did he do with all those stack he got from the bust? Lets answer that question and make it happen. Hollywood is hot right now and Black America is waiting for the next big move. This time around make it Oscar worthy and its will be on top of mind foever.

Here are some memorable quotes from the film that sticks with you:

John Hull: Gerry, what's the difference between a black man and a nigger?
Carver: What?
[John Hull punches Gerald Carver in the stomach]
John Hull: The nigger's the one that would even think about telling you.

And

David Jason: A man has two things in this world: his word and his balls. Or is that three things?

And

David Jason: With dreams begin responsibilities.

And
John Hull: We took eleven million in drug profits out of the van. The money doesn't know where it comes from, but I do. If I keep it, I'm a criminal. If I give it to the government, I'm a fool. If I try and do some good with it, maybe it just makes things worse. Either way, I'll probably just wind up getting myself in more trouble. It's an impossible choice, but in a way, we all have to make it. What would you do?

And

Taft: If somebody put a gun to your baby's head, would you try and kill them if you could? Huh? Me too. And by selling that stuff, you're putting a gun to my baby's head. Let me warn you. I'm like a mad dog after a bone. I'd be all over you like stink on doo-doo. Trust me.

Here is a pivotol scene in which you see John Hull at a cross roads:

John Hull: Gerry, I sold drugs, I've watched people die, and I didn't do nothing. I killed people. You lied to me.
Carver: They lied to me, John. How naive can you get, man? What, what, are you so stupid you can't see that? You think I like this? Huh? John, I'm sorry. Huh? It's all shit, you know. It's all bullshit. You know that. I know that.
John Hull: What the fuck am I gonna do now?
Carver: Hey, you know they're bringing me to Washington? Come along with me, man. We'll go to Washington. We'll have a budget, huh? We'll have some clout, we'll have some...
John Hull: I didn't get into this for that.
Carver: Well, neither did I. But that's all there is. They're the fucking spoils of war. You might as well enjoy it.
John Hull: Well, if that's all there is, I've been wasting my motherfucking time with you. I can get more clout and more money on the street than I can get following your ass to Washington. Know what? This whole fucking time, I'm a cop pretending to be a drug dealer. I ain't nothing but a drug dealer pretending to be a cop. I ain't gonna pretend no more, Gerry. I quit.

Here is another scene that highlights the American social landscape:

[David Jason describes a new drug. ]
David Jason: It's completely synthetic, therefore no growing, no refining, no peasants. Best of all, no international borders, no customs agents. There in that case in front of you are two detailed prospecti on marketing, anticipated cash flow, and so forth.
Hector Guzman: You racist Americans. You just want to cut us poor Hispanics completely out of the market.
David Jason: No, Mr. Guzman. I think you know that there's no such thing as an American anymore. No Hispanics, no Japanese, no blacks, no whites, no nothing. It's just rich people and poor people. The three of us are all rich, so we're on the same side.


Thoughts from John Hull:

John Hull: The jungle creed says the strongest feed / on any prey that it can / And I was branded beast at every feast / before I ever became a man.


Now to give it to you in its full glory:


You know the jungle creed
say the stongest feed
on any prey it can
and I was branded beast
at every feast
before I ever became a man.

where junkies prowl
and tigers growl
in search of that much needed blow
winos cringe
on canned heat binge
and find their graves in the snow.


Now somone, anyone tell me that this film is not a classic.

Before you do take a look at this extended poetic effort. Source unknown.


Where tigers growl.
Where beggars prowl.
In search of that much needed blow.

Where winos cringe
On a can heap binge
And find their graves in the snow.

Where ice flows through veins.
Where they float over planes.
Grasping for the grass which lies low.

Where druggies snort
White lines so short
And taunt the doubtful without sorrow.

Where dust forms lines.
Where angels in time
Sing their song of sorrow.

Where dusters lust
For a touch of that dust
And the only crystals they know.

Where dopers stray.
To a needle they pray
To give them an ounce of warm glow.

Where they shoot themselves
Full of elves,
Fairy demons and spirits from below.

Where acid rages
In rock cages
And red, polluted rivers flow.

Where thunder moans
Startling stones
Causing them to huddle low.

Where every icy breath
Exhausts impending death
And the stony walls are hollow.

The castle of white
Stands proud tonight
Knowing it will win the war.









Clips from the film:







Deep Cover - Part 1


Deep Cover - Part 2



Deep Cover - Part 3


Deep Cover - Part 4


Deep Cover - Part 5


Now go buy the film and support the movement!!!!



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