Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

[sToNeDpEnGuIn420]

wooooow this is probably the most awsome movie ive ever watched, i really want to try mesc now shit...that would be awsome except i wouldnt want to be around gonzo when he does all that acid hahah but its soo funny when hes in the tub and hes like just drop it man and so he starts counting down then when he gets to one he just throws the grapefruit peels at him and he thinks hes gettin shocked lol soo funny o man and when they do that stuff thats supposedly from like a persons adreline gland man that was weird haha hes all sittin there gonzo turns into a buffalo devil thing lol haha man this movie is awsome if you havent seen it watch it NOW, man i want the thing that ciggerate holder thing anyone know what its called?

[apsinthion]

Hahahaha!

[Syrus]

It is a great movie, better than all these disney movies :D

[Day Dreamin Faze]

Hella good movie read the book its better.

and its a cig filter same thing thats on the back of black and milds.

[wenchy monkey]

cool movie... no storyline

[Syrus]

cool movie... no storyline

But did it realy need one? :D

[sToNeDpEnGuIn420]

But did it realy need one? :D
it kinda did lol well not really haha it was awsome if they made like 100 movies that was jsut ppl tripping out in different cities i would watch each one 100 times lol

[wenchy monkey]

it had bright lights... it didnt need a storyline... i bow down

[Syrus]

Any movie that has Johnny Depp tripping on acid really doesent need a storyline.

[wenchy monkey]

johnny depp has a big cock... but definately isnt a drug dealer

[wenchy monkey]

and definately shouldnt take drugs... he looks like an alien

[sToNeDpEnGuIn420]

my friend that let me borrowed the movie told me johnny deep actualyl went out like 6 months before the movie and did all the drugs so he would know how to act when he was acting does anyone know if this was true?

[Syrus]

he shouldnt take drugs because he looks like an alien? :rolleyes:

[wenchy monkey]

people that look like aliens shouldnt take drugs because they have big penie,,,, agree?

[GHoSToKeR]

people that look like aliens shouldnt take drugs because they have big penieI would like to hear more of this theory. Please, continue

[wenchy monkey]

well... when you take an enormous amount of drugs you generally piss yourself or haave a boner... both situations made worse with big penie...kuuurching

[Syrus]

well... when you take an enormous amount of drugs you generally piss yourself or haave a boner... both situations made worse with big penie...kuuurching

:eek: :confused:

[GHoSToKeR]

well... when you take an enormous amount of drugs you generally piss yourself or haave a boner... both situations made worse with big penie...kuuurching
time to put away the Crazy Pills, weirdo! lol :p

[sToNeDpEnGuIn420]

time to put away the Crazy Pills, weirdo! lol :p
agreed.

[wenchy monkey]

hahaha... try it... experiences...

[wenchy monkey]

*cough*12 year old arseholes*cough*

[fatty lumps]

cool movie... no storyline

Storyline = The duo must go to Vegas to cover the mint 400 (500? whatever) bike race.

Although it's a weak storyline, it still is one.

[wenchy monkey]

exactly... how much of the bikerace do you see??? its cool anyway.. dont get me wrong i love it!!!!!!!!!

[dylan]

the book is much better than the movie. i recently wrote a paper on the differences between the movie and the book. needless to say it was an intresting project.

[BOgart.bitch]

i just finished the book - havent yet watched the movie but im certainly looking forward to it.

[BigVTDave]

Dude the movie rocks, Only The Big Lebowski rivals it.

/My signature proves it

[shadowfox]

I liked the book and the movie equally.

I bought the DVD, it has some cool extras, like that movie about the real Hunter Thompson, man that dude is awesome! Anybody know what that autobiography book about him is called? I really wanna get it.

[Ammie]

It is a great movie, better than all these disney movies :D


what wrong with disney movies :confused::p

[crystal clear pepsi]

they suck thats waht


" i'll suck your cock for a thousdand $$$$$$$$$$ dollars $$$ "
- The big lebowski"

[GHoSToKeR]

i havent seen Fear and Loathing yet, but last night I dreamt that I was watching it.. which is wierd, coz ive never seen it, so how did i dream it? hmm

[Ammie]

i havent seen Fear and Loathing yet, but last night I dreamt that I was watching it.. which is wierd, coz ive never seen it, so how did i dream it? hmm


what were u smokin :p

[fatty lumps]

exactly... how much of the bikerace do you see??? its cool anyway.. dont get me wrong i love it!!!!!!!!!

Doesn't matter how much of the race you see, it's just like the movie Titanic, how much of the tita... oh, nevermind. :D

Just talking shit, man, the movie rocks.

[MetalMoses]

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a movie that truely emcompases the american dream

i don't do alot of "pleasure reading", but hopefully someday i'll pick up the book

[Humboldt215]

Truly a great movie

one of my favorites

[Ground Zero]

if anybody here read the book they'd know that it does have a kinda story line.

it is experiancing the american dream

i know there is some deep meaning in there, but im fucked if i can find it.

seriously tho read the book, it makes the story clearer. for instance, Dr Gonzo doenst actually rape Lucy, they just convice themselfs that he did :p

[az666]

shit dude's that is my all time favorite movie!!!!!!
Fucking love it. i've watched it countless times and tripped to it as many.
Yeah dude the bit where gonzo tells him to take a drop of the adrenochrome and he pretty much takes the whole bottle!! hahahaha
I want sum of that shit.
Yeah i agree im sure who eva wrote it had sum sort of plot to it other than have a fucking good time.
Dont know bout depp takin all those drugs tho..?
Yes american dream deffonatly :D
yeah i agree im talkin shit i just love the movie and am drunk cause i didnt drink yeterday.
Hope u get to watch it if u havent yet and read the boook if u havent yet.
wasnt the book called buffalo sumthin or maybe it was a book before f+l that F+l was based on.

[KennabisCranium]

The book is much better than the movie. I've read the book 3 times, I piss my pants each time I read it. Fuckin hilarious. The movie is good too, but the book is way better. But as far as movies go, The Big Labowski is just about the best...

"One thing though Dude, do you have to use so many cuss words?"

"What the fuck are talking about?"

[az666]

lol...no i dont, i'm sorry
ill stop from now on
as for you second question i'm a little drunk and when i saw this thread i got excited...lol cause im a sad individual...!!!!????
thanks for making me realize how much i swear tho
Sorry!! :)

[Encatuse]

He's a nihilist dude, they don't believe in anything. Not even nihilism.

- Best.Quote.Evar.

[dog420]

lol ive nerver seen it :I

[koshea]

too bad it seems to be such a low budget film. its a great film. they need to do a modernized remake maybe with xanex and x mixed in to it

[Syrus]

too bad it seems to be such a low budget film. its a great film. they need to do a modernized remake maybe with xanex and x mixed in to it


The problem with making a remake is the chance that its shit. Personaly i think someone should make a film similar to fear and loathing but not an exact copy

[BigVTDave]

Raoul Duke: You can turn your back on a person, but, never turn your back on a drug. Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.

[Watching Dr. Gonzo leave]
Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

Raoul Duke: [Commenting on the song "One Toke Over the Line" playing on the radio] One toke, you fool!

Dr. Gonzo: You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.

Raoul Duke: You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.

Dr. Gonzo: We've gotta get out of here. I think I'm getting the fear man.

Raoul Duke: Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Raoul Duke: There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

Raoul Duke: And that, I think, was the handle - -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Raoul Duke: History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time - and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

Raoul Duke: With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.

[at a bizarre circus-themed casino]
Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.

Raoul Duke: Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear.

Raoul Duke: If the pigs were gathering in Vegas, I felt the drug culture should be represented as well. And there was a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn in one Las Vegas, and then just wheeling across town and checking into another. Me and a thousand ranking cops from all over America. Why not? Move confidently into their midst.

Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?

Raoul Duke: A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip.

Raoul Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.

Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Can I call you a cab?
Police Chief: [screaming] Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!

Raoul Duke: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:
Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
Raoul Duke: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.
Raoul Duke: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

Raoul Duke: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Dr. Gonzo: [singing] Let's give the boy a lift.
Raoul Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.
Hitchhiker: Hot damn. I never rode in a convertible before.
Raoul Duke: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?
Dr. Gonzo: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.
Raoul Duke: No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?
Dr. Gonzo: Heh heh heh...
Raoul Duke: [as the Hitchhiker stares at them nervously] Get in.

Raoul Duke: How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?

Dr. Gonzo: It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your skull.

Raoul Duke: Perhaps, if I explained things, he'd rest easy.

Raoul Duke: I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney. He's not just some dingbat I found on the strip, man. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But that doesn't matter, though, does it? Are you prejudiced?
Hitchhiker: Hell no.
Raoul Duke: I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is very valuable to me. Oh, shit. I forgot about the beer. You want one?
Hitchhiker: No.
Raoul Duke: How 'bout some ether?
Hitchhiker: What?
Raoul Duke: Never mind.

Raoul Duke: Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape?

Raoul Duke: You better take care of me, Lord. If you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.

Raoul Duke: Soon we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back - We would have to ride it out.

Dr. Gonzo: Let's take the elevator, man.
Raoul Duke: No, that's just what they want us to do. Cram us into a little metal box and drag us down to the basement.

Raoul Duke: Those of us that had been up all night were in no mood for coffee and donuts, we wanted strong drink. We were, after all, the absolute cream of the national sporting press.

Dr. Gonzo: As your attorney, I advise you to take a hit out of the little brown flask in my shaving kit.

Narrator: Know your dope fiend. Your life may depend on it. You won't be able to see his eyes from tea shades, and his knuckles will be white from inner-tension, and, his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking-off when he can't find a rape victim.

[to clerk at the Mint 400 while on acid]
Raoul Duke: My name... is, uh, Raul Duke. I'm on the list, that's for sure. I have my attorney with me and I realize of course that his name is not on that list, but we must have that suite! You see, this man is actually my driver. Just check the list and you'll see. What's the score here? What's next?

Raoul Duke: Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? I was puzzled, frustrated. Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

Raoul Duke: Don't fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab.

Raoul Duke: I wouldn't dare go to sleep with you wandering around with a head full of acid, wanting to slice me up with that goddamn knife.
Dr. Gonzo: Who said anything about slicing you up, man. I just wanted to cut a little Z in your forehead.

Raoul Duke: Panic. It crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. There I was. Alone in Las Vegas, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the magazine, and on top of everything else, a gigantic god damned hotel bill to deal with. How would Horatio Alger handle this situation?

Dr. Gonzo: Lucy, is an artist. Lucy paints pictures of Barbara Streisand.

Raoul Duke: Don't take any guff from these fucking swine.

Raoul Duke: But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit.
[to hitchhiker]
Raoul Duke: And we are chock full of that, man.

Raoul Duke: Last name? I'd rather not say. My brother's in politics.

[Raoul is imagining himself in court]
Lucy: Those two men in the dock they gave me the LSD and they took me to the hotel. I don't know what they done to me, but I remember it was horrible.
[Duke Groans]
Judge: They gave you what?
Lucy: L.S.D.
Judge: Castration! Double castration!

Raoul Duke: You've gone all sideways, man.

Raoul Duke: What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song right now, at this moment?

Raoul Duke: [to Acosta] PLEASE. Tell me you got the fucking golf shoes.

Raoul Duke: Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it.

Raoul Duke: Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

Dr. Gonzo: Sounds like big trouble. You're going to need plenty of legal advice before this thing is over. As your attorney, I advise you to rent a very fast car with no top. And you'll need the cocaine. Tape recorder for special messages. Acapulco shirts. Get the hell out of L.A. for at least 48 hours.

Dr. Gonzo: Are you ready for that? Checking into a Las Vegas hotel under a phony name with intent to commit capital fraud on a head full of acid? I sure hope so.

Raoul Duke: What was I doing here? What was the meaning of this trip? Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind? Or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story? Who are these people, these faces? Where do they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there were a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning, still humping the American dream, that vision of the big winner somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chaos of a stale Vegas casino.

Raoul Duke: Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like characters of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning still humping the American dream.
Raoul Duke: I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won't be long now before they tear us to shreds.

Dr. Gonzo: Music. Turn it up. Put that tape on.
Raoul Duke: What tape?
Dr. Gonzo: Jefferson Airplane, "White Rabbit". I want a rising sound.
Raoul Duke: You're doomed. I'm leaving here in two hours and then they're going to come up here and beat the mortal shit out of you with big saps. Right there in that tub.
Dr. Gonzo: I dig my own graves. Green water and the White Rabbit. Put it on.
Raoul Duke: OK. But do me one last favor, will you. Can you give me two hours? That's all I ask - just two hours to sleep before tomorrow. I suspect it's going to be a very difficult day.

Raoul Duke: The possibility of physical and mental breakdown is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.

Raoul Duke: Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes. Flee.

Parking Attendant: You can't park your car here.
Raoul Duke: Why not? Is this not a reasonable place to park?
Parking Attendant: Park? You're on the middle of the sidewalk.

Raoul Duke: We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.

Raoul Duke: Dogs fucked the Pope... no fault of mine.

Raoul Duke: That bastard isn't gonna get away with this. I mean, what is going on in this country when a scumsucker like that can get away with sandbagging a doctor of journalism?

Raoul Duke: In some circles, the Mint 400 is a far far better thing than the superbowl, the Kentucky Derby, and the lower Oakland roller derby finals all rolled into one.

Raoul Duke: You people voted for Hubert Humphrey, and you killed Jesus.

Dr. Gonzo: Did you see the look on his face? He was lying to us! I could see it in his eyes.
Raoul Duke: Eyes?

Raoul Duke: Quick, like a bunny.

Raoul Duke: What Leary took down with him was the central illlusion of a whole lifestyle that he helped create. A generation of permanant cripples who never understood the mystic fallacy of the acid culture a desperate assumption that somebody or at least some force, was tending the light at the end of the tunnel. There was only one road back to L.A. - Route 15. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, into obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom.

[Ground Zero]

Order some golf shoes! or we'll never get out of this place alive! Impossible to walk in this mud, no footing at all. I was right in the middle of a goddamn reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these things. Wont be long now, before they tear us to shreads. Please tell me about the fucking golf shoes!!!! Jesus christ, look at those lot over there! they've fucking spotted us man!


CRAZY, yet fucking funny

[Ground Zero]

Duke: Theres a big machine in the sky, some kind of electric snake. Coming straight at us.

Gonzo: Shoot it!

Duke: Not yet, i want to study its habits!