Manhattan en blanco y negro. De fondo, la música de Gershwin. De presentación, alcanza con el texto introductorio de la película..."Para él, sin importar la época del año, aquella seguía siendo una ciudad en blanco y negro que latía a los acordes de las melodías de George Gershwin"...
"Chapter one"
"He adored New York City. He
idolised it all out of proportion.” Uh, no. Make that "He romanticised it all out of proportion.
"
"To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that
existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.
"
Uh... no. Let me start this over.
"Chapter one "
"He was too romantic about
Manhattan,as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle, bustle of
the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and
street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles. "
Ah, corny. Too corny for a man of my taste.
Let me... try and make it more profound.
"Chapter one"
"He adored New York City. To
him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of
integrity to cause so many people to take the easy way out... ... was rapidly
turning the town of his dreams..."
No, it's gonna be too preachy. I mean, face it, I wanna sell some books
here.
"Chapter one”
“He adored New York City, although to
him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to
exist in a society desensitised by drugs, loud music, television, crime,
garbage..."
Too angry. I don't wanna be angry.
"Chapter one"
"He was as tough and romantic as
the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power
of a jungle cat. " I love this. "New York was his town and it always would be."
