June 8, 2009
Every great movie director has his or her own individual style that shapes each picture. For example, think about how differently the film classic Casablanca would have turned out if it had been given to each of these directors:
Directed By Alfred Hitchcock
Rick and Ilse are alone in Rick's bar.
Ilse: Rick, I haven't seen my husband Victor since yesterday. I watched for him through the rear window of our hotel until I got vertigo. Where could he be?
Rick: Relax, Kid. Don't fret until you go psycho. He'll show up.
Ilse: What's oozing out of that big trunk in the corner? It looks like blood.
Rick: Oh, that. Er... Sam got us a good deal on some steaks for the dining room. I couldn't pass it up.
Ilsa walks over and opens the trunk.
Ilse: My God! It's Victor. Did you kill him, Rick?
Rick: I had to do it, Kid. Now we can always have Paris, as time goes by.
Ilse: Idiot! I was going to kill Victor myself, but the million dollar policy that I took out on his life doesn't take effect until tomorrow.
Rick: Oops!
Directed By Steven Speilberg:
Rick and Police Chief Louie are talking outside Rick's nightclub.
Rick: I tell you, Louie, I don't like the way so many of my customers are turning up dead. It's bad for business.
Louie: I assure you the matter is being investigated, but it's all very mysterious. I can't just round up the usual suspects.
Rick: It looked to me as if those bodies had been eaten by sharks.
Louie: Sharks? How can that be, Rick? We are in the desert.
Rick: Maybe they were loan sharks. Ha, ha. Get it, Louie? Hey! Why are you pointing that gun at me?
Louie: Rick, that joke was the last straw. I have a huge aquarium in back of my house. Now, you're going to help me to feed my fish.
Directed By Clint Eastwood:
As he is coming downstairs with Sam, Rick sees Ilse at the bar.
Rick: You look great tonight, Kid, but why are you wearing those boxing gloves?
Ilse: I've thought about how we can defeat the Nazis, Rick. We'll get them into the ring, one at a time, and then I'll knock each of them out in the first round.
Rick: What does a sweet girl like you know about boxing?
Ilse: I'm tougher than I look.
Rick: Tough ain't enough, Girlie.
Ilse: No? How about this?
Ilse knocks Rick out cold with a right hook.
Sam: Miss Ilse, you done hurt Mista Rick real bad. I gotta call a doctah.
Ilse: Forget him, Sam. I've been told you were in the fight game once. I want you to be my trainer.
Sam: No way. After all these years, I can't leave Mista Rick.
Ilse: That's too bad, Sam. I was going to split my prize money with you, fifty-fifty.
Sam: What we waitin' for, Miss Ilse? Let's get on over to the gym.
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Think of you favorite film director and imagine how he or she would have done it.
George
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