Bullets Over Broadway
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 98 min
- 3,141 Views
[ Applause ]
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Toot-Toot-Tootsie good-bye
Toot-Toot-Tootsie don't cry
The little choo-choo train
that takes me
Away from you, You don't know
just how sad it makes me
Kiss me Tootsie and then
Do it over again
Watch for the mail I'll never fail
If you don't get a letter then
you know I'm in jail Hey, hey
Don't cry, Tootsie Don't cry
Kiss me, Tootsie Good-bye
#[ Whistling ]
Get hot Don't cry, Tootsie Don't cry
Good-bye, Tootsie Oh, good-bye#
I'm an artist, and I won't change
a word of my play...
to pander to some commercial
Broadway audience!
I'm not arguing with you!
Do you see me arguing?
Your play is great as is. It's real.
It makes a point. It's confrontational.
- Then why won't you produce it?
another failure.
- David, the play's too heavy.
- But not everybody writes to distract.
- [ Groans ]
- It's the theater's duty
not just to entertain...
- but to transform men's souls.
- Oh, come on.
You're not at one of your sidewalk cafes
in Greenwich Village. This is Broadway.
- You said you believed in my play!
- What do you want me to say?
I'm tapped out. Maybe if we got some
big-time director interested...
- No, no, no. I'm directing this play.
Ohh, will you listen to this guy?
Where's your track record?
I won't see my work mangled again.
I've been through this twice before.
Two powerful scripts,
could have been tremendous successes...
and I had to watch actors change
my dialogue and directors
misinterpret everything!
I know. I know.
You're an artist.
Let me tell you, kid, that's the
real world out there, and it's
a lot rougher than you think.
Ma
He's makin' eyes at me
Ma
He's awful nice to me
Ma, he's almost
breakin' my heart
What are you waitin' for?
Kill them!
Come on. Let's go
get somethin' to eat.
- I feel like eatin' ribs.
- That's a good idea.
I gotta go shoot crap at Tommy's. He's
got a game at the Ansonia. I gotta go.
Somebody's got to let
Mr. Valenti know what's going on.
He's at the Three Deuces.
- Why don't you go tell him?
- I promised Bobby Doyle.
I can't do nothin'.
- What's a matter, Cheech? Don't
you wanna baby-sit his girl?
His girlfriend's
a pain in my ass.
You gotta see Mama
every night
Or you can't see Mama
at all
You gotta kiss Mama
Treat her right
Or she won't be home
when you call
Now if you want
my company
- Here, doll, take care of this hat.
- You can't fifty-fifty me
- Mr. V. here?
- Yeah, right this way.
-Nice crowd.
-Yeah, we're packin' 'em in every night.
- Right here.
- Monday night I sat alone
Tuesday night
you didn't phone
Wednesday night
you didn't call
- Done.
- Now that's a load
off my mind. How many?
- Four.
- This means we ain't heard the last.
You know Kustabeck's gonna have a fit,
but he'll run scared.
- Maybe.
- Listen, a deal's a deal.
- We got midtown. I mean, eh...
Mr. Valenti does.
- [ Whistling ]
I don't want that kind
of a sheik
Who does his sheiking
once a week
You gotta see Mama
every night
Or you can't see
You can't see Mama
at all
Not at all.
[ Applause ]
I'm fed up!
I'm fed up, do you hear me?
You can push your torpedoes around all
you want, but I've had it up to here!
- What is it now?
- I am not sharing a dressing room.
I am tired of getting
bumped into and stepped on.
None of these bimbos knows how to dance.
- Bimbos!
- They're the best line in New York.
- Bullshit! Bullshit!
- Oh, knock it off.
- Hey, clam up over there.
Olive, come on.
- What?
- Olive, it's our anniversary.
- It's not our anniversary.
-You're getting senile.
-It's September 28. Six months to today.
- So?
- I remember it like it was yesterday...
'cause that's the morning
we broke Joey Benjamin's legs.
- Six months? Six months!
- Yeah. Six months.
- And I'm still stuck
in this crummy rat trap!
- Olive. I brought you somethin'.
- What is it?
- Open it.
- No, you open it.
Can't you see I'm dressing?
- I'll open it. Here. Hey.
- What is it?
- Pearls! What the hell
do you think they are?
- Pearls are white.
Don't give me that!
I never heard of black pearls.
Just 'cause you never heard of somethin'
don't mean it don't exist.
What do you think I am? Some kind
of chump? They're black, for God's sake.
- They probably came
from defective oysters.
- The pearls ain't sick.
Black pearls, they're supposed--
What? They're supposed to be black!
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Don't be that way.
You know I'm nuts about you.
If you're nuts about me, Nickie,
why don't you get me out
I came to New York to be an actress.
You will, baby. You'll be a great
actress. A promise is a promise.
- Yeah, I--
- Come on. Get yourself dressed.
I'm takin' you to Harlem.
- The Cotton Club?
- Yeah, baby. [ Chuckles ]
they read my play, they love it.
But they're afraid of it.
- [ Man ] It's irrelevant.
- It's not irrelevant!
The point
I'm making is that...
no truly great artist has ever
been appreciated in his lifetime.
- Not one?
- No, no.
- Flender.
- Take, uh, uh... Van Gogh
or Edgar Allen Poe.
Poe died poor and freezing
with his cat curled on his feet.
David, don't give up on it.
Maybe it'll be produced posthumously.
You know, I-I-I have never
had a play produced-- That's right.
- And I've written one play every
year for the past 20 years.
- That's because you're a genius.
The proof is that both common
people and intellectuals find
your work completely incoherent.
- It means you're a genius.
- We all have our moments of doubt.
I paint a canvas every week, take one
look at it and slash it with a razor.
- Well, in your case that's a good idea.
- I have faith in your plays.
- She has faith in my plays
because she loves me.
- Also because you're a genius.
Ten years ago, I-I-I kidnapped
this woman from a very beautiful...
middle-class life in Pittsburgh, and
I made her life miserable ever since.
Hey, Ellen, as long
as he's a good man, keep him.
You know, I think the mistake
we women make is we fall
in love with the artist--
- Hey, you guys, are you listening?
- Yes, yes.
- We fall in love with
the artist, not the man.
- I don't think that's a mistake.
- How is that a mistake?
- [ Woman ] The artist makes the man.
She's right. You can't
separate 'em. No, look. Say
there was a burning building...
and you could rush in, and
you could save only one thing:
either the last known copy
of Shakespeare's plays or
- You cannot--
- What would you do?
- You cannot deprive the world
of those plays.
- Correct.
- Phone call, David.
- [ Girl ] It's an inanimate object.
It's not an inanimate object!
It's art! Art is life! It lives!
We got the money.
We can do the play.
What? When? How?
A single backer
goin' for the whole show.
An old acquaintance. I'm up
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