If you're watching pornos in my mom's room again, I'm gonna give you a fucking beating!
- Billy: Morgan, why don't you jerk off in your own fucking house. Man, that's fucking filthy.
- Morgan: I ain't got a VCR in my house.
- Chuckie: Aw, c'mon, not on my glove.
- Morgan: I didn't use the glove.
- Chuckie: That's my Little League glove.
- Morgan: What do you want me to do?
- Chuckie: I mean, what's wrong with you? You'll hump a baseball glove?
- Morgan: I was just using it for clean-up.
- Chuckie: Stop jerking off in my mother's room!
- Morgan: Is there another VCR in the house?
30 Day Movie Challenge - Day 15 - A character who you can relate to the most
I can identify with both:
and
First, fuck off, I love this movie. It’s good. Everyone is good in it. Gus Van Sant’s direction storytelling is tight and that screenplay is amazing.
On the topic of Ben Affleck, I think his direction on Gone Baby Gone more than proves that there is a storyteller inside him. The Good Will Hunting script did not, as some have theorized, fall out of the sky.
Chuckie. I identify with Chuckie because I like to think I’m the kind of friend that would rather lose a friend than see them unhappy. I “get” what he is talking about when he tells Will, in likely the most honest moment in the whole movie, that, “maybe I’ll get up there and I’ll knock on the door and you won’t be there. No goodbye. No see you later. No nothing.” It breaks Chuckie’s heart to watch his friend sell him self short, but fuck, he’s powerless to do anything about it, so all he can do is keep getting him drunk.
Plus, in the past, I’ve been the only asshole with a working car, so I’ve played Chuckie’s role of part-time taxi driver too.
Then, Will. I’m likely going to flash my huge, planet-sized ego (and likely some short-sighted over-privileged whiteness too), but I’ve always identified with Will’s battle to move beyond what the world has given him. I also know what it’s like to feel like there is something special in you, but not know how, or even if, you can let it out. I wear my need for a father-figure on my sleeve too. Will’s smart, but like he’s told in the film, he doesn’t have a clue on what to do with himself. No one understands why he just doesn’t do it: go to Harvard, be rich, be a genius— he’s so tightly wound in being from Southie, for being on the demolition team, for being what he is, he can’t figure out what he can be.
Ever hear me talk about Detroit? You see what I mean?
