Lester Burnham’s own [so much more civilized] recreation of fight club.
How many movies are there like this? Dozens. That this is a great one doesn’t really change anything. The American Dream exposed instead to be the American Nightmare. But the problem [like the solution] has little to do with the systemic forces that propel the culture into the future. Instead, it is the attitudes of those not clever enough to see through the sham that is “the suburbs”. And then, finally, to abandon it altogether for the Big City. There to sell dope and be “cool”.
Sure, it’s more than that. But how much more? The personal here is clearly political but that is still all it seems to come down to: me, myself and I.
On the other hand, it might be worth perusing more in depth:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Beauty_(film
IMDb
The title of the film refers to a breed of roses that while pretty and appealing in appearance, is often prone to rot underneath at the roots and branches of the plant. Thus, the tagline “…look closer” tells the viewer that when they look beyond the “perfect suburban life” they will find something rancid at the root.
AMERICAN BEAUTY
Directed by Sam Mendes
[b]Lester [narrating]: Look at me, jerking off in the shower… This will be the high point of my day; it’s all downhill from here.
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Lester [narrating]: That’s my wife, Carolyn. See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That’s not an accident.
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Brad: Jesus. Calm down. Nobody’s getting fired yet. That’s why we’re having everyone write out a job description, mapping out in detail how they contribute. That way, management can assess who’s valuable and–
Lester: Who’s expendable.
Brad: It’s just business.
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Lester: So, Janie, how was school?
Jane: It was okay.
Lester: Just okay?
Jane: No, Dad, it was spectacular.
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Lester: Well what makes you so sure she wants us to be there? Did she ask us to come?
Carolyn: Of course not. She doesn’t want us to know how important this is to her. But she’s been practicing her steps for weeks.
Lester: Well, I’ll bet money she’s going to resent it, and I’m missing the James Bond marathon on TNT.
Carolyn: Lester, this is important. I’m sensing a real distance growing between you and Jane.
Lester: “Growing?” She hates me.
Carolyn: She’s just willful.
Lester: She hates you too.
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Lester: We can leave right after this, right?
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Angela: I’m used to guys drooling over me. It started when I was about twelve. I’d go out to dinner with my parents. Every Thursday night, Red Lobster. And every guy there would stare at me when I walked in. And I knew what they were thinking. Just like I knew guys at school thought about me when they jerked off.
Jane: Vomit.
Angela: No, I liked it. And I still like it. If people I don’t even know look at me and want to fuck me, it means I really have a shot at being a model. Which is great, because there’s nothing worse in life than being ordinary.
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Jim: Hello! We’re your neighbors from two doors down and we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!
[hands the Colonel a gift basket]
JB: Everything’s from our garden, except for the pasta.
Jim: Yes, it’s from Fizzoli’s, it’s amazingly fresh, you just pop it in water and it’s done! I’m Jim Olmeyer.
[shakes the Colonel’s hand]
Jim: And this is my partner Jim.
JB: Jim Berkely, but people call me J.B.
[extends his hand to shake]
Colonel Fitts: Ah, let’s just cut to it, what are you selling?
Jim: Nothing, we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.
Colonel Fitts: You said you’re partners, so, uh what’s your business?
Jim: Well, he’s a tax attorney.
JB: And he’s an anesthesiologist.
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Colonel Fitts: How come these faggots always have to rub it in your face? How can they be so shameless?
Ricky: That’s the whole thing, Dad. They don’t feel like it’s anything to be ashamed of.
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Ricky: Forgive me, sir, for speaking so bluntly but those fags make me want to puke my fucking guts out.
Colonel Fitts [cautiously, after a long pause]: Well, me too son. Me too.
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Ricky: Hi. My name’s Ricky. I just moved next door to you.
Jane: I know. I kinda remember this really creepy incident when you were filming me last night?
Ricky: I didn’t mean to scare you. I just think you’re interesting.
Jane: Thanks, but I really don’t need to have some psycho obsessing about me right now.
Ricky: I’m not obsessing. I’m just curious.
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Angela: What a freak! And why does he dress like a bible salesman?
Jane: He’s just so confident, it can’t be real.
Angela: I don’t believe him. I mean, he didn’t even like, look at me once!
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Lester: It’s OK, I wouldn’t remember me either.
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Catering boss: Look. I’m not paying you to do whatever it is you’re doing out here.
Ricky: Fine. So don’t pay me.
Catering boss: Excuse me?
Ricky: I quit. So you don’t have to pay me. Now, leave me alone.
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Ricky: Welcome to America’s Weirdest Home Videos.
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Carolyn: What are you doing?
Lester: Nothing.
Carolyn: You were masturbating!
Lester: I was not.
Carolyn: Yes you were!
Lester: Oh, all right! So shoot me, I was whacking off! That’s right, I was choking the bishop, chafing the carrot, you know, saying “hi” to my monster!
Carolyn: That’s disgusting.
Lester: Well, excuse me, but I still have blood pumping through my veins!
Carolyn: So do I!
Lester: Really? I’m the only one who seems to be doing anything about it.
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Lester: I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast.
Jim: Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?
Lester: I want to look good naked.
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Lester: Well you know what? I’ve changed! And the new me whacks off when he feels horny!
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Carolyn: Well, I see you’re smoking pot now. I think using psychotropic drugs is a very positive example to set for our daughter.
Lester: You’re one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak.
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Brad: [reading Lester’s job description] “My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men’s room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn’t so closely resemble Hell.” Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself.
Lester: Brad, for 14 years I’ve been a whore for the advertising industry. The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing.
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Brad: Man. You are one twisted fuck.
Lester: Nope. I’m just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.
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Buddy [with Carolyn having sex in a motel room]: Do you like getting nailed by the King?
Carolyn: Yes, fuck me your majesty!
[afterward]
Carolyn: That was exactly what I needed. The royal treatment, so to speak.
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Lester: I’d like to fill out an application.
Counter girl: There is no job for manager, it’s just for counter.
Lester: Good. I’m looking for the least possible amount of responsibility.
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Ricky: It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember…I need to remember. Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.[/b]
There’s that part, sure.
[b]Carolyn: Your father and I were just discussing his day at work. Why don’t you tell our daughter about it, honey?
Lester: Janie, today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus.
Carolyn: Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of.
Lester: And your mother seems to prefer that I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a mason jar under the sink.
Carolyn: How dare you speak to me that way in front of her. And I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you LOSE your job.
Lester: Lose it? I didn’t lose it. It’s not like, “Whoops! Where’d my job go?” I QUIT. Someone pass the asparagus, please.
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Lester: Oh, yeah, and one more thing, from now on we’re going to have alternate dinner music because frankly - and I don’t think I’m alone here [looks in Jane’s direction] - I’m tired of this Lawrence Welk shit!
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Carolyn: You ungrateful little brat! Just look at everything you have. When I was your age I lived in a duplex!
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Carolyn: This is a $4,000 sofa, upholstered in Italian silk. This is not just a couch.
Lester: IT’S! JUST! A! COUCH! This isn’t life, it’s just stuff. And it’s become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that’s just nuts.
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Jane [turning the camera on Ricky]: Don’t you feel naked?
Ricky [looking down, grinning]: I am naked.
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Jane: Somebody should just put him out of his misery.
Ricky: Do you want me to kill him?
Jane: Yeah, would you?
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Mr. Smiley Counter Girl: Whoa! You are so busted.
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Ricky: Dad, you don’t really think that me and Mr. Burnham…?
Colonel Fitts (furious): Don’t you laugh at me! I will not sit back and watch my only son become a cocksucker!
Ricky: Jesus, what is it with you–
[The Colonel backhands him]
Colonel Fitts: I swear to God, I will throw you out of this house and never look at you again.
Ricky: You mean that?
Colonel Fitts: Damn straight I do. I’d rather you were dead than be a fucking faggot.
[A beat Ricky suddenly smiles]
Ricky: You’re right. I suck dick for money.
Colonel Fitts: Boy…
Ricky: Two thousand dollars. I’m that good.
Colonel Fitts: Get out.
Ricky: And you should see me fuck. I’m the best piece of ass in three states.
Colonel Fitts (exploding): Get out!! I don’t ever want to see you again!!
Ricky: What a sad old man you are.
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Ricky [after his dad hit him]: Mom, I’m leaving.
Mother: Okay. Wear a raincoat.
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Ricky: If I had to leave tonight, would you come with me?
Jane: What?
Ricky: If I had to go to New York. To live. Tonight. Would you come with me?
Jane: Yes.
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Angela: Jane! He is a freak!
Jane: Well, then so am I! And we’ll always be freaks and we’ll never be like other people.
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Angela: Yeah? Well, at least I’m not ugly!
Ricky: Yes, you are. And you’re boring, and you’re totally ordinary, and you know it.
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Jane: Are you scared?
Ricky: I don’t get scared.
Jane: My parents will try to find me.
Ricky: Mine won’t.
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Lester: Man oh man…man oh man oh man.
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Lester: You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry…you will someday.[/b]