Vi genså den i aften. Angels in America.
Verden har ændret sig meget siden starten af 80′erne, hvor den foregår, og starten af 90′erne hvor den er skrevet.
Men få film har så gennemfræsende godt skuespil. Og sådan en dialog.

Prior: I had a wet dream.
Belize: Mmm. The Calvin Klein man?
Prior: No, it was a woman.
Belize: Are you turnin’ straight on me?
Prior: An… unconventional woman!
Belize: Grace Jones?
*******
Prior Walter: I’m the thirty-fourth, I think.
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: Actually the thirty-second.
Prior Walter: Not according to mother.
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: Oh, then she’s including the two bastards. I say leave them out. I say, no room for bastards. These little things you swallow…
Prior Walter: Pills.
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: Pills. For the pestilence. I too…
Prior Walter: Pestilence… you too what?
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: The pestilence in my day was much worse than it is now. Whole villages of empty houses. Look outdoors and you see Death walking in the morning, as plain as I see you now.
Prior Walter: You died of the plague.
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: The spotty monster. Like you, alone.
Prior Walter: I’m not alone.
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: You have no wife, no children.
Prior Walter: I’m gay.
Prior Walter Ancestor #1: Well, be gay, dance in your altogether for all I care, what’s that to do with not having children?
Prior Walter: Gay homosexual, not bonny, blithe and… never mind.
*******
Roy Cohn: Aw, fuck. Ethel.
Ethel Rosenberg: You don’t look so good, Roy.
Roy Cohn: Well, Ethel. I don’t feel so good.
Ethel Rosenberg: But you lost a lot of weight. That suits you. You were heavy back then. Zaftig, mit hips.
Roy Cohn: I haven’t been that heavy since 1960. We were all heavier back then, before the body thing started. Now I look like a skeleton they stare at.
Ethel Rosenberg: The shit’s really hit the fan, huh, Roy? The fun’s just started.
Roy Cohn: What is this Ethel, Halloween? You trying to scare me? Well you’re wasting your time ’cause I’m scarier than you are any day of the week! So beat it, Ethel! Boo! Better dead than red! Somebody trying to shake me up? Hm, hm? From the throne of God in heaven to the belly of hell, you can all fuck yourselves and then go jump in the lake because I am not afraid of you or death or hell or anything!
Ethel Rosenberg: I’ll be seeing you soon, Roy. Julius sends his regards.
Roy Cohn: Yeah, well send this to Julius!
[Roy flips her the bird]
Ethel Rosenberg: You really are a very sick man, Roy.

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