strutting gangster royalty flaunting their
bootleg riches...an entire generation of lost youth riding
the rials...the U.S. army troops raining truncheon blows on
the half-starved and forgotten veterans of World War One as
"Hooverville" is set afire in the very shadow of the nations
All these faces, all these lives, in a world not really so
very long ago...
EXT. FIELD - DAY(SLOW M
Strutting around in the heat!
Youre all going back
to that little island...
May the mighty hands of Fate
Guran! Why bother
reading their fortune?
They wont even care.
Wont you read my fortune?
Tell me. Will l get the prince
of my dreams?
lf you truly love him,
then hell give you...
...your wedding bangle.
Youll be his bride.
-Really? You heard that, Jigni?
strut your shit down the hallway...
...like everything is
peachy fucking keen.
All right, bitches, out.
Move it, move it!
That means you too, gusher.
No, no, no, space cadet.
Drinking fountain down the hall.
l dont think l can do this.
lts just a day like any other day.
What would we do on any other day?
Thats right, Marcie.
Take a l
strut down the
street and sing in unison.
Were going to the movies
To see the better side of life
Where something interesting happens
Every day and night!
In movies we can pretend
That love is real
and good always wins-
We can even make believe marriages
A HOMELESS guy is lying in the alley.
Spare a dollar? Spare a dollar?
Stan walks by and throws a dollar at him
struts and swaggers like the leader, is got up in a Kryptonian version of
ultra-military attire - 몰Jackboots, high collar, uniform. All this, however, is belied by his
pasty-faced, even sickly appearance. A pathological dictator, as super-Fascist whose only
quality is utter contempt for everyone but himself, whose only goal is to command a world of
inferiors. This is GENERAL ZOD.