Nekromanti English, knave. Doth thou speaketh it?

[Ulfgeir]

Blev tipsad om ett ställe där folk försöker skriva ett pseudo-Shakesperianskt manus till Tarantino's Pulp Fiction. Måste säga att en filmatisering av ett sådant manus antagligen skulle bli bättre än orignalfilmen, som inte imponerade på mig..

länk

/Ulfgeir

 

[Nightowl]

Med tanke på rollistan, så...

SIR COOLIDGE "THE BUTCHER", expert of the joust. (BUTCH)
or BUTCHER COOLIDGE, a pugilist.
FABIAN, a Frenchwoman, betrothed to Coolidge.
LORD MARSELLUS WALLACE.
LADY WALLACE. (MIA)
JULIUS WINNFIELD, a murderer. (JULES)
VINCENT VEGA, a murderer.
LANCE, a chemist.
JODY, an illustrated woman.
MARVIN, ROGER, and BRITTANUS (BRETT), novice rogues.
An unnamed FOURTH novice rogue.
JAMES DIMMICK. (JIMMIE)
WINSTON THE WOLF.
SCOTTISH DAVID, barkeep of the Sallying Crown. Not Scottish; in truth a Jew. (ENGLISH DAVE, the Sally LeRoy)
HOLLY, serving wench at the Slender Hare (BUDDY HOLLY, Jackrabbit Slim's)
ESMARELDA, a Gypsy carriage-driver.
MAYNARD, ZED, and the GIMP, mad rustics.
MONSTROUS JOSEPH, a gravedigger. (MONSTER JOE Truck & Tow)
RAQUEL, Joseph's daughter.
PUMPKIN-PIE, a robber. (PUMPKIN)
MEADSWEET CONEY, his beloved, a robber also. (HONEY BUNNY/YOLANDA)
An INNKEEPER. (Coffee shop MANAGER)
Sundry CROWD and MESSENGERS.

 

[Nightowl]

Assåvafan...

Vincent: And know'st thou what the French name cottage pie?
Julius: Say they not cottage pie, in their own tongue?
Vincent: But nay, their tongues, for speech and taste alike
Are strange to ours, with their own history:
Gaul knoweth not a cottage from a house.
Julius: What say they then, pray?
Vincent: Hachis Parmentier.
Julius: Hachis Parmentier! What name they cream?
Vincent: Cream is but cream, only they say la crème.
Julius: What do they name black pudding?
Vincent: I know not;
I visited no inn where't could be bought.

Erik

 

[Björn_UBBT]

... Tror nog att en sådan film skulle vara kul i ca. 10 min. Sedan så skulle den bara bli jobbig. Fast jag gillade iof orginalet väldigt mycket och är inte så överförtjust i Shakespear.

 

[Svarte Faraonen]

Underbart!

Dost not thou see that my lips move?
I beg, sirrah, that thou try to recall
whether a sign-post haply struck thine eye
upon thy entrance hitherto, i'faith,
emblazoned with a legend, reading thus:
"Ye May Reposit Lifeless Moors Within"?

 

[Nightowl]

Du är inte filmens målgrupp. Det är folk som jag, som gillar både Pulp Fiction och Richard III!

Erik

 

[Mekanurg]

För att inte tala om fotmassage

J: ...when rumour held the squire Antoine did handle the Lady Mia in an unseemly manner...

V: Did he take liberties? Steal a kiss, mayhap?

J: Nay, ne'er so bold nor brave was he. Nay, he did but touch her feet, in the manner of the French, or even the Swede.

V: 'Twas but a caress? And Marsellus did destroy his own man over a trifle such as that?

J: Aye, that he did.

V: And how did Marsellus Wallace thus?

J: Marsellus had set his men upon the squire, and threw him out a window, leaving him tetched and dumb.

Jules and Vincent reach the top of the stairs.

V: I'truth, the man did with fire play, 'twas no wonder his hands were burnt.

J: Methinks Marsellus did react too swiftly over an imagined slight...

V: Nay, the point were not the green in Marsellus' eyes, nor the fire in his heart, but that the squire did place his hands upon his blessed bride. No matter how soothing the touch, nor how chaste the kiss --

J: 'Twas not a kiss, I warrant!

V: No matter. Whether 'twere a kiss, or a caress, or other such sport, though to squire Antoine it meant but a trifle, to Marsellus 'twere much more. No man hath need to temper his blood 'pon hearing such news as this.

J: Methinks thou dost speak sooth.

Jules and Vincent stand outside the door.

J: 'Twere best we check our blades. As well, check thy countenance; 'twere best to not seem too merry 'pon such a grave occasion.

 

[Björn_UBBT]

Nä det är förvisso sant^^

Fast det verkar som att det även funkar för folk som bara gillar Richard III och inte Pulp fiction (eller åtminstone för Ulfgeir)