Times have changed
And we’ve often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today
Any shock they should try to stem
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In The Quiet Man, a tired American ex-boxer returns to his native hamlet in Ireland to win the hand of a spirited young woman. He’s confronted by strict local customs and the woman’s belligerent brother. Set in the verdant Irish countryside, this lively film has beautiful scenery, brilliant repartee, and local charm.
There’s a fruit store on our street
It’s run by a Greek.
And he keeps good things to eat
But you should hear him speak!
When you ask him anything, he never answers “no”.
He just “yes”es you to death, and as he takes your dough
He tells you
“Yes, we have no bananas
We have-a no bananas today.
We’ve string beans, and onions
Cabbageses, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say
We have an old fashioned to-mah-to
A Long Island po-tah-to
But yes, we have no bananas.
We have no bananas today.”
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten, (Alt Original: Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom,)
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
The world of cinema always had something to do with love, just like any other form of art out there. Why is that? Love seems to penetrate everything that we do in this life, from the love that our parents give us during our childhood, love that we give to our first crush in school, love that we give to our partners, and the love that we give to our own children. Love is the most powerful feeling in the world, and thus, we want to share the love that we feel for someone in this world with the rest of the people around us, with all the beauties and horrors of this feeling. I am a big fan of the British cinema, so I am a little bit biased, but that doesn’t mean that it is not worth praising it for all the masterpieces that were created under its proud banner.
Herbie Brown (Lou Costello): That sergeant always makes me boil,
I’d like to fry that guy in oil,
No matter what you do he’s always squawkin’
But you just wait and don’t forget
I’ll get to be a captain yet
And that’s the day that I’ll do all the talkin’.
Say, what kind of beat is that
Man, that really spins my hat
Doesn’t sound like boogie woogie,
‘Cause it’s really got a beat.
