Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish (Intro)

You know what the problem Hollywood is?
They shit.
Unbelievable, shit.
Now I'm not some grungy wannabe
that's for existentialism
through a haze of smoke or something.
No, easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing,
and a purely moronic together of words that many of the studios term as "prose".
No, I'm talking the lack of realism.
Realism; not a pervasive element in today's modern American vision.
Dog Day Afternoon, for example.
Arguably Pacino's best work, short of Scarface and Godfather 1, of course.
Masterpiece of directing, Lumet's best.
The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch.
But... they didn't the envelope.
Now what if in Dog Day, Sonny really to get away with it?
What if - now here's the tricky part - if he started killing hostages right away? No mercy, no quarter.
"Meet our demands or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms gets it the of the head." Bam, splat!
What, still no bus? Come on! How many innocent victims splattered across a window would it take to have the city reverse its policy on hostage situations? And this is 1976; no CNN, there's no CNBC, there's no internet!
Now fast forward to today, present time, situation.
How quickly would the modern media make a over this?
In a matter of hours, it'd be biggest story from to Budapest!
Ten hostages die, twenty, thirty; bum bum, one another.
All in high-def, computer-enhanced, color corrected.
You can taste the brain matter.
All for A bus, a plane?
A couple of million dollars federally insured?
I don't think so. Just a thought. I mean, not within the realm of conventional cinema but what if?