Blink

Synopsis: Emma is an attractive girl in her 20s who has been blind for 20 years. A new type of eye operation partially restores her sight, but she is having problems: sometimes she doesn't "remember" what she's seen until later. One night she is awakened by a commotion upstairs. Peering out of her door, she sees a shadowy figure descending the stairs. Convinced that her neighbour has been murdered she approaches the police, only to find that she is unsure if it was just her new eyes playing tricks on her.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Director(s): Michael Apted
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Rotten Tomatoes:
65%
R
Year:
1993
106 min
49 Views


The band's so good.

It's so funny.

What's wrong

with my suit?

Take a look at yours.

You ought to have

a matching handbag.

What did it cost you,

two paychecks?

Who's next?

Some mick band

folk crap.

Hey, I'm trying to share

some cultural diversity...

here with

you ignorant fucks.

The music of my people,

all right?

And all you got to do

is hurl racial epithets?

Ladies and gentlemen...

The Drovers!

1... 2... 3... 4.

Mother Mary,

would you look at her?

Nice. Hey, John,

is she one of your people?

I think

it's his mother's side...

County Cork or some kind

of crap like that.

Hey, did your mother

look like that?

Oh, my God...

would you look at

the wheels on that mother!

Gentlemen, I got

a pronouncement to make.

I am going to know

that girl.

I mean, know her.

Fat chance!

When was the last time

you got laid?

Come on, when was

the last time you got laid?

Was it Carter-Mondale,

huh?

Goldwater!

Goldwater!

I bet you 10 bucks...

you can't nab

that girl on stage.

You'll have to come up

with more money than that.

All right. I got you.

I'll bet you 20 bucks...

20 that you can't

get her to smile.

20 bucks that what?

You can't get her

to smile at you.

That I can't get her

to smile at me?

What are you, deaf?

I'm taking money

from children.

Take my motherfucking

money. Come on.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Shake it, baby!

See, white boys

can't dance.

That's the problem.

White boys can't dance.

I keep telling you.

She's gonna look!

Hey, mama,

are you looking?

Oh, yeah!

Go, Johnny, go!

Go! Go!

Oh, yeah, yeah!

Get in there.

There you go!

She's not even...

she's not even

looking at him!

Yeah! Mmm!

Show us the whole

business, yeah!

Give us the redeye, baby!

Come on,

show us the goods!

Great show, guys!

Great show!

The Sun Times lady

was here.

She may

have been dancing.

Either she was dancing...

or she had gum

stuck on her shoe.

- Emma.

- Yeah?

I see you have a groupie.

Ralphie's my groupie,

aren't you, boy?

No. No, I mean,

who's the asshole?

I heard about that.

What happened?

Gave us a great big

anatomy lesson.

Oh. How big?

Nice doggy.

Hello, Mr. Cuchetto.

Emma.

OK.

That's my baby boy.

We're home.

Good boy.

All right. Go get

your bunny, Ralphie.

Come on, jump up.

Yeah.

There you go.

Good boy.

Hello?

Hi.

It's Dr. Pierce.

Doc, it's Saturday night.

Why aren't you on a date?

I don't have dates.

I... I have seminars.

Emma, we have a donor.

I pulled a few strings

at the eye bank.

What are you saying?

Would you like

to do it now?

It's, uh, Brody, Emma.

B-r-o-d-y.

247 West Damen Street,

apartment 2B.

247 West Damen what?

She's been waiting

20 years...

and you want

to fill out forms?

How you doing?

I think you're more excited

about this than I am.

I'm getting

new wallpaper...

and I just have to

have your opinion.

Yee-hah!

Just relax, Emma.

Count sheep.

I don't remember sheep.

I keep picturing

Wile E. Coyote.

Count something

you know a lot of.

Not men, thank you.

How about your jobs?

OK.

Uh, carton packer...

ticket taker...

suicide...

hotline operator...

tiny dog trainer...

hooker...

no, not really.

I love you all.

Oh, God!

Are you the new

Mr. Whitney?

No, kid,

I'm Santa Claus.

Don't you

recognize me?

Santa already came

at Christmas.

Yeah, well,

I had one more gift...

for Mrs. Whitney.

You got one for me?

Why not?

'Cause

you're a bad kid.

But Mrs. Whitney

was good?

I have

absolutely no idea.

See this? This is

for sugar... candy.

No mind-altering substances

with that, OK?

Some of your fans

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Dana Stevens

Dana Stevens (born in Whittier, California) is a screenwriter and television writer/producer. more…

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