One day, when I’m all growed-up,
I want to be a gringo lounge lizard pianist.
I want to live in a brothel in Mexico City,
wear linen leisure suits and polyester shirts,
eat Machaca Con Huevos in a dusty pueblo,
drink Kentucky bourbon mixed with cheap champagne,
drive a beaten-up Chevy Impala convertible,
and die in a slow-motion bloodbath
reminiscent of a Kurosawa ballet.
And all because some embittered half-breed cazique
thinks it prudent to place a $1 million bounty
upon the head of the dead gigolo
who knocked-up his whore of a daughter.
All because it feels so Goddamnedly good!
Shootout sequence from 'Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia'
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