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
a haze of bong smoke or something.
No, it's to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing,
and a purely moronic stringing together of words many of the studios term as "prose".
No, I'm talking the lack of realism.
Realism; not a element in today's modern American cinematic vision.
Dog Day Afternoon, for example.
Arguably Pacino's best work, short of Scarface and Part 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 wanted to get with it?
What if - now here's the tricky part - if he started killing hostages right away? No mercy, no quarter.
"Meet our or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms gets it the back of the head." Bam, splat!
What, still no 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; there's no CNN, there's no CNBC, there's no internet!
Now fast to today, present time, same situation.
How quickly would the modern media make a over this?
In a of hours, it'd be biggest story from Boston to Budapest!
Ten hostages die, twenty, thirty; bum bum, one another.
All in high-def, computer-enhanced, color corrected.
You can practically taste the matter.
All for what? A bus, a
A of million dollars that's federally insured?
I don't think so. Just a thought. I mean, it's not within the of conventional cinema but what if?