Application of the Critical Theory
From the Drama "Devil's Advocate"
Time: 144 minutes
Directed by Taylor Hackford
Written by Andrew Neiderman, Jonathan Lemkin, and Tony Gilroy
Produced by Barry Bernardi, Stephen Brown, Taylor Hackford, Anne Kopelson, Arnold Kopelson, Arnon Milchan, Erwin Stoff, Michael Tadross, and Steve White
Editors: Jennifer Beman and Wendy Stanzler
Cast in this scene is Keanu Reeves as Kevin Lomax and Al Pacino as John Milton
Monologue Summery by Walter Jensen:
John Milton foresees a disgusting, twisted, and immoral future led by the "Eddie Barzoon's" of the world.
Eddie Barzoon (played by Jeffrey Jones) represents the individuals in our systems that control the flow of capital.
During this monologue, Milton sends his demonic servants to kill Eddie Barzoon because he has made too many mistakes.
The following monologue contains obscene language and may upset some readers.
Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist.
God's creature, right?
God's special creature?
Ha! And I've warned him, Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way.
Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a wind-up toy!
Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels!
The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon--take a good look.
Because he's the poster child for the next millennium!
These people, it's no mystery where they come from.
You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor!
Becomes his own God!
Where can you go from there?
And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet?
As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity--and it just keeps coming!
And it just keeps coming!
Faster and faster!
There's no chance to think, to prepare, it's `buy futures, sell futures' when there is no future!!
We've got a runaway train, boy!!
We've got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future.
Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!!
And then it hits home!
It's a little late in the game to buy out now!!
Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to
But guess what?
There's no one there!!
You're all alone, Eddie!!
[mocking] You're God's special little creature!!
Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.