“I have been through the worst opening night of my life...”
He turns the worst night of his life into a grim credential, pride and despair at once.
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Sidney comes home from the worst opening night of his life and lets it all out: four flops in a row, and the admission that he is written out. Myra tries to comfort a man who cannot be comforted. Then he shows her a student's manuscript and wonders, "Is it really that good?"
❝ Monólogo · 10 frases Sidney Admits He Can't Cut It
❝ Monólogo · 4 frases Even a Director Couldn't Hurt It
After a disastrous opening night, playwright Sidney Bruhl returns to his country house and unloads on his wife, Myra: his last four plays were flops, and he is convinced he has lost it. Then he shows her a manuscript sent by Clifford Anderson, a student from his seminar, and reads the flattering letter aloud.
Beneath the self-pity is a professional dread the film treats as almost physical. Sidney has not just failed; he has been 'written out', and the phrase tells you how he thinks about talent: as something you either have or lose. Myra offers the standard comfort, 'Darling, you're a wonderful, wonderful writer,' and it lands like nothing. The manuscript changes his mood in an instant. What looks like admiration, 'Even a gifted director couldn't hurt it,' is also appetite: he sees a success he did not write and cannot match, and the scene plants the question of what he will do about it.
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“I have been through the worst opening night of my life...”
He turns the worst night of his life into a grim credential, pride and despair at once.
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“I can no longer cut it, my darling.”
Three words of surrender; cut it names a lost ability without making excuses.
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“Little son of a bitch even types well.”
Praise smuggled inside an insult; jealousy is the real subject of the line.
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“Murder Most Fair was total shit! Because I'm written out.”
A savage verdict on his own play collapses into the real wound: he is finished.
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“Even a gifted director couldn't hurt it.”
The highest praise arrives disguised as a remark about the worst director.
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Myra, I have had four bombs in a row! And you know, they deserved to bomb, because they stank! Murder Most Fair was total shit! Because I'm written out. Out! I can no longer cut it, my darling. Do you know what happened to me tonight? I passed out in the train, and I came to in the terminus at Montauk. End of the line! Bloody symbolic. By Christ, this has been some kind of Walpurgisnacht.
Stammering: Is it really that good? It couldn't be, could it? I mean, a first attempt by a total amateur? I'll tell you how good that is. Even a gifted director couldn't hurt it.
Siguiente · 03top billingLa escena: Sidney Plots to Steal a PlayHis new play opened and died. He calls it the worst opening night of his life, takes a train home instead of a limousine, and admits that four flops in a row have convinced him he has lost his talent.
He means his gift is gone. He uses the phrase to explain why his last play failed, and the admission frightens him more than the bad reviews did.
Clifford Anderson, a former student from Sidney's college seminar, who sends his thriller script for his old teacher to read.
Not really. She insists he's a wonderful writer having a run of bad luck, but her comfort slides off him — until the manuscript arrives and changes his mood entirely.