Arizona Dream

Synopsis: An Innuit hunter races his sled home with a fresh-caught halibut. This fish pervades the entire film, in real and imaginary form. Meanwhile, Axel tags fish in New York as a naturalist's gofer. He's happy there, but a messenger arrives to bring him to Arizona for his uncle's wedding. It's a ruse to get Axel into the family business. In Arizona, Axel meets two odd women: vivacious, needy, and plagued by neuroses and familial discord. He gets romantically involved with one, while the other, rich but depressed, plays accordion tunes to a gaggle of pet turtles.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Fantasy
Director(s): Emir Kusturica
  3 wins & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
142 min


This film and subtitle are rated R (Restricted)

for language and sexuality.

Correction & Arrangement:


A howling wind is whistling

in the night...

My dog is growling in the dark...

Something's pulling me outside...

To ride around in circles...

I know you have

got the time...

Coz anything I want, you do...

You'll take a ride

through the strangers...

Who don't understand

how to feel...

In the deathcar,

we're alive...

In the deathcar...

We're alive...

I'll let some air come

in the window...

Kind of wakes me up a little...

I don't turn on the radio...

- Coz they play sh*t, like...

- The Bosnians...

You know...

When your hand was

down on my dick...

- It felt quite amazing...

- "Good morning, Columbus."

These were my mother's eternal words, reminding

me America was already discovered...

...and that day-dreaming

was a long way from life's truths.

But what's the point of reading of somebody

telling me the difference between an apple and a bicycle?

If I bite a bicycle and ride an apple,

I'll know the difference.

But thinking about what to do made me

more tired than actually doing.

I remember my father once said that

if you ever wanted to look at someone's soul... have to ask to look at their dreams.

And then you'd have mercy for those

who swim in bigger sh*t than your own.

My name is Axel Blackmar, and I work

for the Department of Fish and Game.

Most people think I count fish,

but I don't.

I look at 'em.

I look at their souls, their dreams

and then I let them into my dreams.

People think the fish are stupid, but I was always sure

that they weren't. Because they know when to be quiet.

And it's people that are stupid. A fish that

know everything don't need to think.

See, fish start out in small streams,

and then I prepare them for the ocean.

When they're ready to die,

they return to where they came from.

That's my connection,

that's why I swam away to the city.

Okay, here's my job:..

All I do

is temporarily electrocute the fish...

...then with deep respect, I scoop 'em

and haul 'em in, one by one.

Sometimes I'll look straight into a pair of

fish eyes and I'll see my whole life.

It's something only fish can show us,

and I love 'em for it.

Anyway, I got all the fish, tag and measure 'em

and weigh 'em, just to make sure they're doing okay.

And if they want to talk, I'm always ready

to listen. That's the job of a Fish God.

You know what?

I've never caught a fish in a lie...

...and I've never seen a fish

swim in the sh*t that human people do.

That's why I love my work,

and I love New York.

Not because my mother said it was one of the eight

points in the world that have real magnetic pull...

...but because you can see everybody,

and nobody can see you.

Hey, honey! How are you?

How was Istanbul?

I'm looking... yes, I'm looking for my girlfriend,

Suzanne Supak. I just spoke with her. Over.

I love you too, honey.

I... I... I'm sure... I... I...

I miss you... I miss you, too, honey. Over.

Two more, please!

Pregnant? Wow! Over.

Listen, honey...

Alright, let's go.

- I'm not going.

- Come on! Alright? We're running late!

I said I'm not going.

- You said you're not going?

- I said I'm not going.

You're not going?

- I'm not going.

- You're not going?

Are you gonna go?

Are you gonna go?

Are you gonna go or no?

- Are you gonna shoot me? Going to kill me?

- Am I gonna shoot...

Th... These things. I don't even...

It's a blank. It's a blank.

But I had you scared, right?

Are you scared?

Let me feel.

You sh*t your pants.

"Will you take care of me..?

Take care of me..." I'm f***in' sick of it!

- What?

- What?

He's your uncle, for Chrissakes.

Paul, if he wants to see me, why isn't he here?

Why did he send you? Why didn't he come?

You know it wasn't his fault, right?

I don't blame him for anything, Paul.

I didn't... I never said that it was his fault.

Well, he's getting married,

and he'd invite you as his best man.

- You be his best man.

- Why are you like that? You're killing him! Why?

Alright, Axel! Axel! Axel, listen.

- End of story! Over!

- Axel!


I love you too!

I'm gonna go back and I'm gonna

tell him that I couldn't find you.

- Really?

- Really. I have no choice.

- Promise?

- I promise. What about a hug? No hug for me?

Axel! Axel, you smell like a scumbag!

What's... What's going on?

But I'm a happy scumbag.

I got a nice truck and a great job.

- But you smell.

- What're you gonna have?

- Let's have two beers. Two beers.

- Two beers. OK.

- And a ginger ale.

- Two beers and...

- Forget the ginger ale. Bring two beers and two shots.

- Blanche?

- Bring two... two shots and two beers.

- Who's the boss?

- I am the boss.

- He is the boss. He is the boss.

- Two beers and two shots.

- A ginger ale, please.

Two beers, two shots.

- And a ginger ale.

- Don't confuse her. Don't confuse her.

Please, can I have a ginger ale?

Anyway, Axel, I love you, but...

- What? I love you too, but...

- Okay, well, you know... ginger ale.

- That's right. Two beers and two shots.

- Ginger ale.

Two beers and two shots.

- "Two beers and two shots." What's that?

- What?

That thing...

- What thing?

- I dunno. Like a funny accent or something?

- What funny accent thing?

- "Two beers and two shots."

What is that?

I dunno... like New York?

Funny New York accent, huh?

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David Atkins

David Atkins, OAM (born 12 December 1955) is an Australian dancer, choreographer, music-theatre director and producer. more…

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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