Kill Bill Volumen 2: Superman
Spoiler. Si no has visto la película, yo que tú no leería esto.
Bill: As you know, l’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology… The mythology is not only great, it’s unique. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.
The Bride: Aso. The point Emerges.
Bill: You would’ve worn the costume of Arlene Plimpton. But you were born Beatrix Kiddo. And every morning when you woke up, you’d still be Beatrix Kiddo. Oh, you can take the needle out.
The Bride: Are you calling me a superhero?
Bill: I’m calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store, goin’ to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons. That’s you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee. That’s you tryin’ to blend in with the hive. But you’re not a worker bee. You’re a renegade killer bee. And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.
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Interesantes contenidos igualmente.
Enhorabuena.
celebritydeath
10 agosto, 2007 a 15:52
uyy yo sí la ví… y por eso me lo leí todo.
¿pero qué dice la vida del pequeño que sería payaso y encontró en méxico al tequila y sigue viajando por el mundo?
kluzter
10 agosto, 2007 a 22:33
Pues si, este granito de arena ha encontrado un desierto! por fin! tranquilitamente, con calma, como el gato mirando por la ventana…lo que tenga que ser sera, es asi de sencillo, no???
Un poco de filosofia de un amigo que se fue a mexico pasando por finlandia ;p
Muuuakis
clarita
12 agosto, 2007 a 20:39
Hey tio, que rollos se montaba en Bill para que no le matara
Saludos
Caminante
27 agosto, 2007 a 16:40
Que poco debe conocer tarantino, no solo para decir que superman no es un gran comic, si no tambien por lo de que clark es la critica de supes para la humanidad. Es al revés, de hecho, si el mensaje de super es justamente representar lo mejor que tiene el ser humano, clark kent es sólo un alter ego para poder vivir de forma humana justamente por la admiración que super tiene por la humanidad.
Jorge
12 marzo, 2010 a 20:01