>He was growing into middle age, and was living then in a bungalow on Woodland Avenue. He installed himself in a rocking chair and smoked a cigar down in the evenings as his wife wiped her pink hands on an apron and reported happily on their two children. His children knew his legs, the sting of his mustache against their cheeks. They didn't know how their father made his living, or why they so often moved. They didn't even know their father's name. He was listed in the city directory as Thomas Howard. And he went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or a commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch. He had two incompletely healed bullet holes in his chest and another in his thigh. He was missing the nub of his left middle finger and was cautious, lest that mutilation be seen. He also had a condition that was referred to as "granulated eyelids" and it caused him to blink more than usual as if he found creation slightly more than he could accept. Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5 in the year 1881, he was thirty-four-years-old.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
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>He was sneed, formerly Chuck
One of my favorite movies of all time. Why was 2007 such an amazing year for film?
They really just don't make movies like this anymore
Such a good film
>Jesse was increasingly cavalier, merry, moody, fey, unpredictable. If his gross anatomy suggested a strong smith in his twenties, his actual physical constitution was that of a man who was incrementally dying. He was sick with rheums and aches and lung congestions, he tilted against chairs and counters and walls, in cold weather he limped with a cane. He coughed incessantly when lying down, his clever mind was often in conflict, insomnia stained his eye sockets like soot, he seemed in a state of mourning. He counteracted the smell of neglected teeth with licorice and candies, he browned his graying hair with dye, he camouflaged his depressions and derangements with masquerades of extreme cordiality, courtesy, and good will toward others.
haha can you imagine being as messed up as Jesse
It really is remarkable. Brad Pitt still considers it his favorite
I watched it about two years ago and now i think it's time for a rewatch
2007 was an incredible year for film, glad to be alive to see it
Out of all those great films I still consider Assassination the best
I liked this movie why does it always get shit on?
This movie tends not to get talked about too much but I've never heard it shit on before
Women simply don't understand
I have seen a bunch of reviews and also talked to a few people who say the movie is really boring and overly long.
Yea this tends to be too slow for the average movie goer but critics loved this film IIRC. Any reviews that stick out in your mind?
>the dinner scene where he’s fucking with Robert
Top 10 kino scenes in history
>the living room scene where Jesse puts a knife to Bobs throat
When Ford finally pulls the trigger, it's a relief as the flick's final ten minutes spin into actually interesting terrain.
-Amy Nicholson
She is a top critic on Rotten Tomatoes and this is one of the first reviews you see.
>woman
there's your answer
Pitt really brought his A game to this really makes me want to see him in better stuff then he has been in recently.
>When Jesse stops laughing as soon as Bob starts.
Pitt deserves an oscar
Me too and I love No Country and PTA is my favorite director still making films outside of Scorsese. There's just something about Assassination, the mystique and atmosphere of the film is just astounding.
Poetry dont work on whores.
Pitt actually said that Assassination was his favorite role. I gotta hand it to him despite being an A-list mega star he still knows kino scripts when he sees them.
And despite being almost retarded I’ve heard
>There's just something about Assassination, the mystique and atmosphere of the film is just astounding.
This, there's this strange somber feeling throughout the whole film. The amazing soundtrack combined with some of the greatest performances in film history elevates Assassination far beyond a mere western. I think it's more akin to a tragedy than anything.
This film is better as a confederate sympathizer
hahaha is Pitt low IQ or something?
>I'll tell you one thing for certain, you don't mind dying once you peaked over to the other side
Goosebumps. It is my favorite movie of all time
Just kind of a simple chad, would probably be better off working a ranch in Texas in the 50s than be in Hollywood now.
Yea but he always struck me as a good lad. I don't know him so I can be completely wrong but he never seemed to have the pretensions of other shitheads in Hollywood
>there's this strange somber feeling throughout the whole film
Id say it’s the fact that we know how it’s going to end so it’s always looming in the back of your mind when we see Jesses interactions with Bob
It is interesting to consider this film through the lens of the Cole-Younger gang's beginnings as a Confederate guerilla group. Jesse is the unrepetant Confederate who never surrendered, and unlike his brother early in the film he could never give up the life because he could never see himself living in conquered land
WHERE'S JIM
WHERE'S JIM
WHERE'S JIM
WHERE'S JIM
Yea that’s what I said u yankee fuck
>I look at my red hands and my mean face and I wonder about that man that's gone so wrong
based
how so?
>He was ashamed of his persiflage, his boasting, his pretensions of courage and ruthlessness; he was sorry about his cold-bloodedness, his dispassion, his inability to express what he now believed was the case- that he truly regretted killing Jesse, that he missed the man as much as anybody and wished his murder hadn't been necessary. Even as he circulated his saloon he knew that the smiles disappeared when he passed by. He received so many menacing letters that he could read them without any reaction except curiosity. He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over playing cards, looking at his destiny in every King and Jack. Edward O'Kelly came up from Bachelor at one P.M. on the 8th. He had no grand scheme. No strategy. No agreement with higher authorities. Nothing but a vague longing for glory, and a generalized wish for revenge against Robert Ford. Edward O'Kelly would be ordered to serve a life sentence in the Colorado Penitentiary for second degree murder. Over seven thousand signatures would eventually be gathered in a petition asking for O'Kelly's release, and in 1902, Governor James B. Ullman would pardon the man. There would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.
The Assassination of Sneed by the Coward Fomerly known as Chuck
This shit makes me tear up every time.
give it a rest
sneed
formerly a good post
Don't that picture look dusty?
>haha can you imagine being as messed up as Jesse
>he camouflaged his depressions and derangements with masquerades of extreme cordiality, courtesy, and good will toward others.
yeah haha, imagine pretending to be polite, reserved and kind around others to hide your misery. that'd be weird haha
haha yea