Category: Men Of Consequence

Due to popular demand, I have decided that my newly minted “Men of Consequence” series will pivot, buck convention, and add an entry that doesn’t involve beating some lippy broad to a pulp.

Thirty-one words. Perhaps not quite the equal to Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address for brevitic brilliance, but close. Damn close.

It is, for my money, the greatest thirty seconds in the history of the cinema. If I’ve seen it once, I’ve seen it a hundred times, if only because it’s one of the few scenes going that needs no context.