LoathedVermin72 wrote:Man, what I wouldn't give for just one more movie from John Milius.
Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and rise of the sons of Arius, there was an age undreamed of. And unto this, Conan - destined to bear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow. It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure...
Jesus fucking Christ, what a way to open a movie.
"There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room becomes a prison, and all that is left is a father's love for his child."
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Conan: I remember days like this when my father took me to the forest and we ate wild blueberries. More than 20 years ago. I was just a boy of four or five. The leaves were so dark and green then. The grass smelled sweet with the spring wind.
[pause]
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Conan: Almost 20 years of pitiless cumber! No rest, no sleep like other men. And yet the spring wind blows, Subotai. Have you ever felt such a wind?
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Subotai: They blow where I live too. In the north of every man's heart.
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Conan: It's never too late, Subotai.
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Subotai: No. It would only lead me back here another day. In even worse company.
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Conan: For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.
Fffffffffuck. Poetry.
