Watched Seabiscuit last night.. 2nd time again. It is a true story of the undersized Depression-era racehorse whose victories lifted not only the spirits of the team behind it but also those of their nation. The film is loosely based on the life and racing career of Seabiscuit, whose unexpected successes made him a hugely popular media sensation in the United States near the end of the Great Depression. Some very beautiful dialogues which got my attention..which made me watch it again.
California Doctor: If he breaks it again, it’s possible he could never walk again.
Red Pollard: He just said it’s possible. Well, hell, anything’s possible. We’ve proved that already. (what positiveness!!)
Tom Smith: Every horse is good for something. (I truly believe this.. its true even for us humans)
Charles Howard: The horse is too small, the jockey too big, the trainer too old, and I’m too dumb to know the difference.
Red Pollard: [Last line, narrating] You know, everybody thinks we found this broken-down horse and fixed him, but we didn’t. He fixed us. Every one of us. And I guess in a way we kinda fixed each other too. (troubles and problems mostly fixes us.. and we assume we fixed the problem ..)
Narrator: [First lines] They called it the car for every man. Henry Ford himself called it a car for the great multitude. It was functional, and simple, like your sewing machine, or your cast-iron stove. You could learn to drive it in less than a day. And you could get any color you wanted, so long as it was black. When Ford first conceived the Model-T, it took thirteen hours to assemble. Within five years he was turning out a vehicle every ninety seconds. Of course the real invention was the assembly line that built it. Pretty soon other businesses had borrowed the same technologies. Seamstresses became button sewers. Furniture makers became knob turners. It was the beginning and the end of imagination, all at the same time.
This is the best i liked…
He was a small horse and he was a disabled and how did he win the race? Unfortunately he did not know he was a small horse and he did not know that a crippled horse does not run a race…he just ran out of ignorance..
Most times, we stop, pause, give up because somewhere, some one (includes ourselves) must have told us that this cannot happen…first we ignore it, then we start doubting.. may be it can’t happen…then we start finding evidence… so it may not happen….then we confirm.. it can’t happen.. then we give up..the world then pats on its own shoulder…see I told you it wont happen…we take pride at our decision.…how clever i was to have stopped at the right time…and life goes on..