You Know, Motorcycle Diaries Has No Incredible Stories, No Sudden Plot Twists, It Doesn't Play That Way. It's About Recognizing That Instance Of Change And Embracing It.
You Can Wipe Your Feet On Me, Twist My Motives Around All You Like, You Can Dump Millstones On My Head And Drown Me In The River, But You Can’t Get Me Out Of The Story. I’m The Plot, Babe, And Don’t Ever Forget It.
I'm A Classical Type Of Guy. Whatever's Out At That Point In Time, I Like It. I Just Put My Own Twist On It, And We Go From There.
The Trouble With Life Is Its Amorphousness, Its Ridiculous Fluidity. Look At It: Thinly Plotted, Largely Themeless, Sentimental And Ineluctably Trite. The Dialogue Is Poor, Or At Least Violently Uneven. The Twists Are Either Predictable Or Sensationalist. And It’s Always The Same Beginning, And The Same Ending.
I'm A Classical Type Of Guy. Whatever's Out At That Point In Time, I Like It. I Just Put My Own Twist On It, And We Go From There.
The Trouble With Life Is Its Amorphousness, Its Ridiculous Fluidity. Look At It: Thinly Plotted, Largely Themeless, Sentimental And Ineluctably Trite. The Dialogue Is Poor, Or At Least Violently Uneven. The Twists Are Either Predictable Or Sensationalist. And It’s Always The Same Beginning, And The Same Ending.
