Slam Dance 1987
زبان اصلی، دوبله فارسی و زیرنویس چسبیده بدون سانسور
یک کاریکاتوریست که با یک دختر که به قتل رسیده است، خود را به دست می آورد، خود را در سطح بالایی از یک رسوایی جنسی که شامل عاشق او بود، آغوش گرفت. با استفاده از استعداد هنری خود را به تلاش و بازسازی رسوایی، او را به خود جذب می کند توسط مردم درگیر، و تبدیل به یک هدف خود را. ساتون
Slam Dance (1987):
A cartoonist who had an affair with a girl who is murdered gets himself embroiled in a high-level cover-up of a sex scandal involving his lover. By using his artistic talent to try and reconstruct the scandal, he attracts attention to himself by the people involved, and becomes a target himself. —Ed Sutton
Locations: Los Angeles, California, USA
Keywords: neo noir, murder of a nude woman, bare breasts, ex husband ex wife relationship, scandalous photograph
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Helen Drood: How do you do it? Drood: Do what? Helen Drood: You walk in and everything falls apart. Drood: Helen, I just got hit in the nuts with a fucking rubber chicken!
Bean: Daddy likes to tell stories! Mommy says he tells stories all the time.
Mean Drunk: You fuck my wife? Junkie: What's her name? Drood: No. Oh, please...
Yolanda Caldwell: You're supposed to say you love me now.
Smiley: Did you love her? Drood: I don't know. I don't know what that means.
Drood: Listen, Mrs. Raines... I'm propably gonna to be moving from here. Mrs. Raines: What? Drood: [shouts] Where's your hearing aid? Mrs. Raines: What? Drood: I'll talk to you later.
Mrs. Raines: Mr. Drood! Drood: I know, that's a new lock. Mrs. Raines: This is a new lock here. Drood: Is it? Listen, Mrs. Raines... Mrs. Raines: I don't have a key for that. Drood: I made you a key. Mrs. Raines: If there should be a fire, or something... Drood: Look, I made you this key! Mrs. Raines: Do you have one for me? Drood: [chuckles] Oh, God...
Drood: A shot of tequila. Bartender: Five bucks Drood: I'm a friend of Jim's. Bartender: A friend of Jim's? Drood: Yeah. Bartender: Five bucks. Drood: Five tequilas, then.
Buddy: It ain't the gun that stops us. Huh? We're just chicken shit. See? The lights are on... but nobody's home. Am I right?
Morgue clerk: What is your name? Drood: Uhm... I'm... a friend. Morgue clerk: I need your name. Drood: Nick... [clears throat] Drood: ... son. Nixon. Richard Nixon. It's with an X.
Helen Drood: [after catching him with a naked woman] She's a model, right? Drood: No. She's a secretary.
Bobby Nye: I overpaid a bit for that, but I think its value is about to skyrocket. That's what usually happens when an artist dies.
Drood: Fugitive elf!
Jim Campbell: Helen... Helen Drood: Drop dead.
Drood: [laughing maniacally] I'm a dead man, Helen!