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Wikipedia Good Will Hunting 1997
Wikipedia Good Will Hunting 1997
Good Will Hunting is a 1997 American drama film directed by Gus Van Sant.
Alongside Ben Affleck and Robin Williams, the film starred Matt Damon in the
lead role of Will Hunting, a prodigy hoodlum from South Boston who works as a
janitor at MIT. Written by and starring Affleck and Damon, Good Will Hunting was
met with both critical and financial success, beginning Affleck and Damon's rise
to stardom. Good Will Hunting financially grossed over twenty-two times its
$10,000,000 budget during its theatrical run and later earned nine Academy Award
nominations, two of which it won.
Will Hunting (Matt Damon) is a janitor at the Massachusetts Institute of
Technology (MIT) and has a genius-level intellect and a profound gift for
mathematics. Despite this, he chooses to work as a janitor and lives alone in a
sparsely-furnished house in a rundown South Boston neighborhood, spending time
with his friends Chuckie Sullivan (Ben Affleck), Billy McBride (Cole Hauser) and
Morgan O'Mally (Casey Affleck). An abused foster child, he subconsciously blames
himself for his unhappy upbringing and turns this self-loathing into a form of
self-sabotage in both his professional and emotional lives.
Tag Lines
1. Wildly charismatic. Impossibly brilliant. Totally rebellious. For the
first 20 years of his life, Will Hunting has called the shots. Now he's about to
meet his match.
2. Some people can never believe in themselves, until someone believes in
them.
In this screen capture Chuckie(Ben Affleck) tries to pickup Sylar(Minnie
Driver) at bar
The bar is supposed to be the Bow and Arrow bar in Boston but it is actually the
Upfront Bar and Grill in Toronto
They used the Bow and Arrow for exterior shots and Upfront for the interiors
Here is the same shot from trip to Toronto on Aug 31,2010
In this screen capture Skylar(Minnie Driver) is walking up from the back of
the bar
Note the black and white checkerboard pattern ceiling tiles
And here is actual shot of the bar looking towards the back
Quotes
Skylar: You were hoping for a good night
kiss.
Will: No, you know. I'll tell ya, I was
hoping for a good night lay, but I'd settle for a good night kiss.
Skylar: [bursts out laughing] How very noble
of you.
Will: Thank you... But I was, you know,
hoping for a good night kiss.
Skylar: Well, let's just get it over with.
Come on, come on.
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Will: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.?
That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody
puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at
it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job
well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or
the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the
rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem
with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to
secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over
there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called,
'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from
Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he
used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy
who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen
cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he
was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that
would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the
skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary
benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And
they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even
took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and
fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one,
spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my
buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the
fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him
chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to
get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic
scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin'
better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his
job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby
seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected
president.