LANDSCAPES: An opening voice-over plays against dissolving Texas landscapes—broad, bare, and lifeless.
VOICE-OVER: The world is full of complainers. But the fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. I don’t care if you’re the Pope of Rome, President of the United States, or even Man of the Year—something can always go wrong. And go ahead, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help—watch him fly. Now in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else—that’s the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas…
CUT TO ROAD, NIGHT: We are rushing down a rain-swept country road, listening to the rhythmic swish of tires on wet asphalt.
VOICE-OVER: And down here… you’re on your own.
— Blood Simple