STAN JONES
Fire John Harbaugh
i got it but I still haven't watched itbut you're a coli pirated/l the shyt nicca
Its like I already know what happens so whats the point
Just Watched The Shawshank Redemption for the First Time
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Its like I already know what happens so whats the point
kingdarius
Wtf u talkin bout? Ya Bish
but its a classic
....thats like saying, "ehh i already know whats gonna happen in the godfather so no need to ever see it again 
"do u own no movies? have u only ever watched a film once?
do u own no movies? have u only ever watched a film once?
I have, some films feel like a chore to sit through but i still keep them because i know theyre dope, like the extended lotr trilogy
kingdarius
Wtf u talkin bout? Ya Bish
thats called a waste of money my friend
thats called a waste of money my friend
G.O.A.T Squad Spokesman
Logic Is Absent Wherever Hate Is Present
One of the greatest movies of alltime. They show it all the time on AMC and I watch it every time I can catch it on.
General Mills
More often than not I tend to take that L.
Mannnn when they was drinking those cold brews after working on the roof.
shyt was so vivid... thats how brehs would really be too.
feeling normal throwing back brews with your brehs after a long day of work.shyt was so vivid.
Copy Ninja
Superstar
This is definite top 3 movie of all time.
If you love watching movies, why haven't you seen this?
If you love watching movies, why haven't you seen this?
zayk35
Superstar
This movie was more popular than a porn tape in the barracks. In the late 90s barracks everyone had a nice TV/Stereo set up, a A-1porn collection, and "The Shank"...everyone!!!
Recca Gatsby
LWO
Classic
Watched it for the first time last night. I remember on IMDB it was the highest rated movie of all-time, but they also had TDKR as one of the best ever so I didn't think it was too credible. I wouldn't go as far as to say it was the best movie of all time, but definitely one of the best I've ever seen. Thought we were headed toward a tragic ending but we got a happy ever after 
Mic-Nificent
I didn't eat nobody
Thats exactly how i felt. My southern cac friend has gone on for years telling me its the best movie of alltime. Id just always be like "Looks boring af". I finally gave in and watched it yesterday and was like
. Thats an A1 movie.
Well your southern cac friend is exactly why the movie is overrated.
Shawshank Redemption is a GREAT film, but people need to chill with that "best movie of all time" shyt.
Read the short story brehs.
That final page
That final page
I had to look at what was underneath for a long time. My eyes saw it, but it took a while for my mind to catch up. It was an envelope, carefully wrapped in a plastic bag to keep away the damp. My name was written across the front in Andy's clear script.
I took the envelope and left the rock where Andy had left it, and Andy's friend before him.
Dear Red,
If you're reading this, then you're out. One way or another, you're out. And If you've followed along this far, you might be willing to come a little further. I think you remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.
Meantime, have a drink on me - and do think it over. I will be keeping an eye out for you. Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.
Your friend, Peter Stevens
I didn't read that letter in the field. A kind of terror had come over me, a need to get away from there before I was seen. To make what may be an appropriate pun, I was in terror of being apprehended.
I went back to my room and read it there, with the smell of old men's dinners drifting up the stairwell to me - Beefaroni, Ricearoni, Noodleroni. You can bet that whatever the old folks of America, the ones on fixed incomes, are eating tonight, it almost certainly ends in roni.
I opened the envelope and read the letter and then I put my head in my arms and cried. With the letter there were twenty new fifty-dollar bills.
And here I am in the Brewster Hotel, technically a fugitive from justice again - parole violation is my crime. No one's going to throw up any roadblocks to catch a criminal wanted on that charge, I guess - wondering what I should do now.
I have this manuscript. I have a small piece of luggage about the size of a doctor's bag that holds everything I own. I have nineteen fifties, four tens, a five, three ones, and assorted change. I broke one of the fifties to buy this tablet of paper and a deck of smokes.
Wondering what I should do.
But there's really no question. It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living or get busy dying.
First I'm going to put this manuscript back in my bag. Then I'm going to buckle it up, grab my coat, go downstairs, and check out of this fleabag. Then I'm going to walk uptown to a bar and put that five dollar bill down in front of the bartender and ask him to bring me two straight shots of Jack Daniels - one for me and one for Andy Dufresne.
Other than a beer or two, they'll be the first drinks I've taken as a free man since 1938. Then I am going to tip the bartender a dollar and thank him kindly. I will leave the bar and walk up Spring Street to the Greyhound terminal there and buy a bus ticket to El Paso by way of New York City. When I get to El Paso, I'm going to buy a ticket to McNary. And when I get to McNary, I guess I'll have a chance to find out if an old crook like me can find a way to float across the border and into Mexico.
Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget.
I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.
I hope Andy is down there.
I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope.
I took the envelope and left the rock where Andy had left it, and Andy's friend before him.
Dear Red,
If you're reading this, then you're out. One way or another, you're out. And If you've followed along this far, you might be willing to come a little further. I think you remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.
Meantime, have a drink on me - and do think it over. I will be keeping an eye out for you. Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.
Your friend, Peter Stevens
I didn't read that letter in the field. A kind of terror had come over me, a need to get away from there before I was seen. To make what may be an appropriate pun, I was in terror of being apprehended.
I went back to my room and read it there, with the smell of old men's dinners drifting up the stairwell to me - Beefaroni, Ricearoni, Noodleroni. You can bet that whatever the old folks of America, the ones on fixed incomes, are eating tonight, it almost certainly ends in roni.
I opened the envelope and read the letter and then I put my head in my arms and cried. With the letter there were twenty new fifty-dollar bills.
And here I am in the Brewster Hotel, technically a fugitive from justice again - parole violation is my crime. No one's going to throw up any roadblocks to catch a criminal wanted on that charge, I guess - wondering what I should do now.
I have this manuscript. I have a small piece of luggage about the size of a doctor's bag that holds everything I own. I have nineteen fifties, four tens, a five, three ones, and assorted change. I broke one of the fifties to buy this tablet of paper and a deck of smokes.
Wondering what I should do.
But there's really no question. It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living or get busy dying.
First I'm going to put this manuscript back in my bag. Then I'm going to buckle it up, grab my coat, go downstairs, and check out of this fleabag. Then I'm going to walk uptown to a bar and put that five dollar bill down in front of the bartender and ask him to bring me two straight shots of Jack Daniels - one for me and one for Andy Dufresne.
Other than a beer or two, they'll be the first drinks I've taken as a free man since 1938. Then I am going to tip the bartender a dollar and thank him kindly. I will leave the bar and walk up Spring Street to the Greyhound terminal there and buy a bus ticket to El Paso by way of New York City. When I get to El Paso, I'm going to buy a ticket to McNary. And when I get to McNary, I guess I'll have a chance to find out if an old crook like me can find a way to float across the border and into Mexico.
Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget.
I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.
I hope Andy is down there.
I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope.
One of those perfect movies...