Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
by Francesco Eunchae: Philip Seymour Hoffman
Sidney Lumet's BEFORE THE DEVIL KNOWS YOU'RE DEAD works as a crime thriller on paper, but the movie keeps pulling the criminal stuff out from under you until what's left is just a family tearing itself apart. Philip Seymour Hoffman and Ethan Hawke are the reason that fall lands so hard, playing it close and personal instead of big. And Lumet himself never lets up, piling on the lies and the betrayals until the whole thing is wound tight enough to snap
Transcript (en)
Fuck you. All right, come and blow your cell phone. I don't have one. Just... It's brain cancer. There's a payphone over there by the bathroom. Okay, can I wait? What's happening with you? You just think you had the world by the balls, and I'm not sure you even got any. I got them when I need them. All right? Yeah. Yeah, that's smart and funny. What I always admired about you, your wit. What I always admired about you, your wit. You're a prick, Andy. I always was. So let's see if there's any left. What? Cajones. You need money, so do I. Let's solve it. What are you talking about? There's a place we can knock off. You know what, like the back of our hand? Easiest money we'll ever get. What are you saying It worth about And it's insured, so it's a victimless crime. I offer that in case your faggoty little conscience bothers you. I lay it off on $0.20 on the dollar. That's $0.60,000 each. Give or take. I can't believe this is you that's talking. Believe it. So it's safe. Nobody gets hurt. Everybody wins. It's perfect. Why? What do... Do you need money? Of course I need money, but this is serious crap. I'm not a serious kind of guy. I got a kid. You got shit. You got a whole lot of shit. You said so yourself. All the time. Every day. You know what? It's not as serious as you might think. You're my little brother. Trust me.
