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Originally Posted by ironpony
Well I was discussing the movie with my friends who love the movie so much, and the biggest reason why the story didn't work well for me is how the Johnny character keeps being dumb, and painting himself into a corner.
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Like when Baby's dad asks all the guys in the group, who is responsible for getting the girl pregnant, and Johnny volunteered that he was, it seems really dumb to me cause he keeps wanting to know why her dad doesn't like him and what he can do to seek his approval, when the answer is, how about tell him you didn't actually get the girl pregnant, how about that? It seems so obvious.
But my friends say I misunderstood and that Johnny is not suppose to a smart character. But how smart do you have to be, to not paint yourself into a corner like that?
That was mainly the flaw of the movie is I kept palming my face at his attempts.
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Because Johnny showed honor by accepting responsibility for his friend even though the easiest thing in the world would be to say 'not me'; he wouldn't shame her. Simple concept really. It takes a man to keep his mouth shut if you thing that is the right thing and let others blame it on you.
If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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