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Meet Joe Black IS the remake, Dude. . And I really liked the cake scene, too, with it taking him so long to "get" . But back to Meet joe Black! The double Joe was pretty well explained and rather easy to interpret for me. Meet Joe Black () on IMDb: Movies, TV, Celebs, and more It's easy to wake up every day and see what is wrong with your life. This scene is one of the purest and most honest scenes in the film. .. There is one particular scene that comes to mind, when Bill Parish is faced with cake- tasting, and says something. Meet Joe Black () movie script - Screenplays for You. favors, however they 're not personal, they're winter scene or something, snow-flakes and dachshunds. . Call it gravy, frosting on the cake, whatever it is you say. .. JOE Easy, Bill.
He was fooling around and Honey caught him at it. One girlfriend wasn't enough for him. Looking for her right now.
You might be her. I just arrived in town, got a new job -- I'm trying to get into this apartment. This apartment house is all green pajamas and slippers. The guy I'm waiting for to vacate is a doctor.
What kind of doctor? The Young Man smiles. I arrive in this big bad city and I not only find a doctor, a beautiful woman as well. Susan looks into her coffee.
Please, what do you say, another cup of coffee? Two pots are warming behind the counter, he reaches over and refills her cup and his.
Pushes a container and pitcher to- wards her. They smile at each other, fix up their coffee.
DREW You have a way with words. They stride to the main bank of elevators. Neither looking right or left, somehow Parrish man- ages to acknowledge their bright smiles and deferential nods despite his swift entrance.
Drew is still at Parrish's heels, but now Parrish stops at the open door, turns back to him, reminding Drew that this is as far as he goes without being invited. Board convenes tomorrow, you'll recommend, we close and it's a deal, right? Parrish disappears into his office. Drew, on his way out, glides past Jennifer's desk.
DREW cont'd This is our lucky day. Jennifer acknowledges Drew with a smile, rises and moves to Parrish's doorway, waiting for the day's instructions, but Parrish only nods to the door and Jennifer quickly closes it, returns to her desk. Leaning against the back of the couch, he stares out through floor-to-ceiling windows, surveying the Manhattan skyline: He takes a seat on the couch, opens a folder, suddenly he flinches with a spasm of pain in his shoulder.
It is sharp but brief, he notices it but what it does not continue, he ignores it. Parrish resumes looking at the folder when suddenly the pain comes again. He reaches for his shoulder, tries to massage the pain, it does not subside.
Parrish stands, trying to shake it off, but it refuses to go away, some- thing is unmistakably wrong. Frozen with surprise, Parrish's eyes search the room for the source of the SOUND, it comes from no particular direction, yet surrounds him. Suddenly Parrish's symptoms sharply intensify, he is sinking to the floor but somehow grabs a corner of the desk, holds on with one hand, with the other clutches at his shoulder and arm, the pain has violently seized the upper part of his body.
He breaks out in a sweat, his pallor now waxen as the Voice repeats itself: Parrish grips the edge of the desk, the pain assaulting him on the one hand, the Voice coming at him from the outer, each aberration feeds on the other, he is beside himself, consumed with pain and bewildered by what seems to be a hallucination but which he is certain is not.
He angles his face in every direction, arbi- trarily chooses one and now embarrassedly, unconsciously, enrage, responds to the Voice.
Parrish is absolutely confounded, seized up with pain and consternation at this unseen Voice which has such presence and reality. Because 'if you haven't tried, you haven't lived'. Who is this fucking guy? He holds on tight to the corner of the desk, sweat dripping, his skin ashen. Now he addresses the Voice again, searching for it in another direction: You're trying to 'handle' the situation but this is the one situation you knew you never could handle.
A spasm, the worst one yet, finally it subsides and there is an eerie silence in the room, a VOID, almost more disturbing than the voice that has filled it. Parrish searches the corner, but the room has lost the quality it had when it was inhabited by the VOICE, it is now just Parrish's office. Parrish straightens himself up, adjusts his tie, runs his fingers through his hair, blinks as he addresses the door.
Are you all right? Parrish is within himself, doesn't answer. Parrish still doesn't answer, however Jennifer is satisfied, correctly hearing his silence as an affirmative.
She has her hand on the door, 'Open' or 'Closed'? He nods and she closes it. Parrish's eyes search the room, nothing there. It's kind of a pro bono job. That means doing good -- Going to be doing good all your life? Doesn't pay very well. Depends on the woman I marry.
Maybe she'd like a bigger house, a better car, lotsa kids, college doesn't come cheap -- SUSAN You'd give up what you want for the woman you marry? Susan rises now, the Young Man with her, leaving money for their checks they head for the door. She takes care of you. Susan at the door now, pauses abruptly, her eyes on the Young Man. Susan is staring at him now, he smiles, all open and vulnerable.
I don't want you to be my doctor. Because I don't want you to examine me. If I came by, could you give me the name of a doctor? And I don't want to examine you. Now I've got to go. She hurries away down the sidewalk, the Young Man watching her. Now he turns and starts off in the opposite direction. She turns the corner and continues on. The hour is before dinner: Music, I know how you love music, Daddy, and I want to have music that pleases you -- and of course doesn't put a thousand other people to sleep -- I've agonized over this and finally settled on Sidney Brown, twenty-four men, very eclectic, plus I'm feathering in a Latin sextet on their breaks - Tito Puente, Trini Lopez-zy, I forget their names -- Parrish has tuned Allison out, he tried to stay with it, but his mind has wandered, the event of the day too much with him.
I keep talking and all you do is nod like Mr. Himmelfass in The Nutcracker. Parrish still doesn't answer. I can' tell you how much I appreciate it and how I'm looking forward to it. What songs should Sidney -- Pancho and his six men we can forget about -- what songs do you think he should play?
Meet Joe Black Script - transcript from the screenplay and/or Brad Pitt movie
A stab of pain, Parrish discreetly grabs his upper arm but manages to keep his attention on Allison. Suddenly, the Voice cuts in: Parrish reacts once more, aware again he is the only one who has heard the Voice, as an oblivious Allison continues: Leave it to me.
Parrish ignores her, his attention has been taken by the Voice. His eyelids flutter, nonplused, edgy and fearful. Parrish, dinner is served. Blindly and disconcerted, he follows Allison and Drew and Quince. What are you looking so provoked about? But what do I get back? Parrish is on the edge of his seat, struggling to hide his panic. The conversation swirls on around Parrish, he is deaf to it: I sat between them at the Bronx Zoo benefit -- it was better than Seconal.
Won't someone come to the door? Parrish is in shock, still striving to gain control of himself. As Coyle serves him, Parrish turns to Luisa: DREW Good, maybe they'll drown him out. Parrish is still not hearing a word, preoccupied with the return of Luisa.
A twenty-game winner or a Masters champion?
Someone I could talk to. Luisa returns to Parrish as the others' conversation drones on: There was a gentleman at the door. He's waiting for you in the foyer. Parrish, spinning with anxiety, tries to summon up his courage to go as Allison continues: Finally Parrish rises from the table, starts out. Do they seem that way to you, Daddy? No - uh - I don't Allison is about to press the point, but then drifts into disappointed silence as Parrish leaves the room. The door is open.
He hesitates before he crosses the threshold, taking in as much as his eye can see, now tentatively, he enters. Parrish, poised in the doorway, looks around, nothing in sight. Parrish is startled, he shrinks backward for a moment, his eyes searching the room for the Voice, the timbre and pitch of which is exactly what he has heard before. There is the sense that someone is there but Parrish cannot see him, and he does not dare look.
Now a flicker of a shadow from behind a corner of the obscured glass, the section of the room most distant from Parrish, there is a shape. Some kind of elaborate practical joke? He takes a step backwards. Although still diffused by the glass, the shape has definition, a person, a man, his features are not yet distinguishable, but he is there all right. The man from whose lips fall 'rapture' and 'passion' and 'obses- sion' VOICE Just think of millenniums multiplied by aeons compounded by infinity, I've been around that long, but it's only recently that your affairs here have piqued my interest.
Call it boredom, the natural curiosity of me, the most lasting and significant element in existence has come to see you. Parrish struggles to make sense of what he is hearing. VOICE It requires competence, wisdom, experience -- all those things they say about you in testimonials -- and you're the one.
And in return, you get Parrish squints, trying to make sense of what is happening. The question you've been asking yourself with increased regularity, at odd moments, panting through the extra game of handball, when you ran for the plane in Delhi, when you sat up in bed last night and hit the floor in the office this morning. Am I going to die? The figure who is the Voice takes a step forward now, no longer obscured by the glass he comes into the light, re- vealing himself to be the Young Man seen previously in the coffee shop, but there is a change; he seems odd, off- center, not handsome but terrifyingly beautiful.
A moment, Parrish beside himself. He cannot bring himself to speak, finally: Another moment Are you a dream? Who the hell are you? The Young Man steps closer to Parrish, his face is inches from a shaking, sweating Parrish's face, the Young Man daring Parrish to identify him: Yes --' Parrish turns away.
But the Young Man, spectacularly, is in front of him again. Parrish is shocked, stunned, terrified at the word, by what he has comprehended. He surveys the Young Man who, at this moment, actually seems bewildered by his effect.
You're just a kid in a jacket and a pair of pants. Let me ask your opinion. Do I blend in? A hopelessly confused Parrish does not respond for a moment. The Young Man nods, gently. Parrish and the Young Man take each other in, the sense that now they understand each other.
Parrish does not hear her for the moment, Luisa steps inside the Library. Parrish ignores her at first, finally he looks at Luisa then at the Young Man, then once more at both of them as if to verify the Young Man's presence has been acknowledged by Luisa. The Young Man interjects: Luisa nods perfunctorily and exits. Parrish is frozen, dumbfounded.
Meet Joe Black (1998)
Parrish does not answer at first. And that's what we're doing. It's not open for discussion. Parrish is frightened by the response. Now lead the way. Parrish hesitates, then obediently leads the Young Man out of the library, down a long hallway and across the foyer. Could I say something? Well, here's another possibility. It's a little last minute, but how does this strike you? Some German firm went kerplunkt, Tiffany's picked these things up, they're perfect party favors, however they're not personal, they're winter scene or something, snow-flakes and dachshunds Parrish and the Young Man appear at the table, an awkward pause ensues, the unannounced guest's presence at a family dinner being noted, and the guest himself carefully survey- ed.
Finally, Allison breaks the ice: Parrish is horribly uncomfortable as the Young Man looks at each person as if he were discovering a face for the first time. PARRISH Uh -- sorry -- to have stepped away for so long -- uh -- this is a friend of mine I asked to drop by -- we got to talking and stuff -- uh -- he's going to join us for dinner -- um -- Parrish drifts into another awkward pause.
And wouldn't it be nicer if my father would introduce you? How nice to meet you. This is my daughter, Allison, and her husband, Quince, Drew, my number one, works with me Parrish drifts off as the Young Man awkwardly shakes hands with each person. Does your friend have a name? Come on, a name. This is - uh - uh The group waits patiently.
Parrish once more drifts into silence. Joe, turned on by Quince's broad smile, reacts to it as Drew squints observingly at Joe. DREW Is there any more to it? Parrish's brow darkens and a name tumbles from his lips: Nice to meet you, Mr. Won fifteen and lost two for the Brooklyn Dodgers in I'm king of my Rotisserie League.
Let's sit down -- Luisa has set a plate in front of Joe, and Parrish's, which was taken to the kitchen to be warmed, has been returned. Joe looks over at the other guests, then picks up his uten- sils gingerly, strives to copy the others, stops, staring at his food. JOE As long as it takes. Drew is provoked by the response, but remains polite: Joe Black tastes it and decides that it is the most amazing food that he has ever had in his short existence.
And when people are eating their caviar at dinner, he refrains and has more peanut butter. This scene is one of the purest and most honest scenes in the film. Not for what is on the outside, but what it means, what it wants us to see. To me this scene is the microcosm of what the film and what life should be about. Life is a gift. There are so many wonderful things that we have as human beings that we seem to forget what they are.
We are so consumed with other things that at the time seem important but when you look at them closely they are trivial and it's the little things in life that bring us so much joy. Like peanut butter, aka tossing the ball around with your kids, aka. The point is that life is serious enough and it isn't until others are gone that we fully comprehend that.
Brad Pitt is perfect, absolutely perfect as Joe Black. He conveys the innocent wonder and pure joy of discovering human elements like the aforementioned peanut butter and more serious issues like falling in love.
Meet Joe Black has been criticized for its length but like all movies that are three hours plus, there is a reason for that. And that is because it has something to say. Something important to say. Meet Joe Black wants us to look at this film and then look at our lives and realize that there is a lot to live for. You just have to get through all the mist and cloudiness and you'll find it again.
There is an innocence about how this movie feels and it is such a wonderful picture. It makes you feel good. Good to be in love if you are good to want to be in love if you are not already and good to be alive. Susan, meanwhile had come to sense from her father and Joe that something was about to happen, that things were changing, and that she would not have much longer. She assumed that Joe was going to leave town as her father had seemingly predicted, arrive suddenly, leave suddenly, and leave Susan there heart broken.
So she is a little afraid when she comes up to Joe. Holding hands she nervously says: And then she mentions what you have said above, and describes how she felt when she first met the guy in the coffee shop, how he said he was a guy that wanted to take care of a woman, and how she told him he would have a hard time finding a woman like that these days, and then she puts it all out there The chips have fallen.
Susan, whom he loves, loves the man whose body he has been inhabiting. He has to let her go.