Recommended Monologues

LilCerberus · September 25, 2018, 11:16:20 PM

I'm looking for a new monologue for auditions.

My go-to monologue has always been Max Bialistok's cardboard belt rant from The Producers because someone once told me I went through a wide range of emotions.

But this time, it's for a horror film festival.
I was thinking of Bela's jungle hell speech from Bride of the Monster, but it's too short.
I also used to have the horrible eyes speech down pat from Killers From Space, but it's pretty droll....

Can I get a few recommendations here?

Svengoolie 3 · September 26, 2018, 01:22:40 AM

http://youtu.be/ZH7hyzPIbp0

RCMerchant · September 26, 2018, 10:00:08 AM

Yeah, the Bela speech...unless you have a Hungarian accent...

Maybe Colin Clive's rebuttal to Edward Van Sloan in FRANKENSTEIN (1931)
Henry Frankenstein: "Dangerous? Poor old Waldman. Have you never wanted to do anything that was dangerous? Where should we be if no one tried to find out what lies beyond? Have you never wanted to look beyond the clouds and the stars, or to know what causes the trees to bud? And what changes the darkness into light? But if you talk like that, people call you crazy. Well, if I could discover just one of these things, what eternity is, for example, I wouldn't care if they did think I was crazy"

RCMerchant · September 26, 2018, 10:05:38 AM

That's too short too, I bet.
How about Grant Williams in the INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN (1957)

Scott Carey: I was continuing to shrink, to become... what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close - the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet - like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God's silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man's own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends is man's conception, not nature's. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist!

ER · September 26, 2018, 10:32:38 AM

Dang, RC!

RCMerchant · September 26, 2018, 10:57:55 AM

I didn't write it. Richard Matheson did.

ER · September 26, 2018, 12:27:32 PM

Yeah, but good quote.

ER · September 26, 2018, 12:29:09 PM

Ever read a poem by his son R.C. Matheson called The Vampire? If you haven't it's not what you probably think.

RCMerchant · September 26, 2018, 12:41:02 PM

No, but if he goes by R.C., it must be good.

Trevor · September 26, 2018, 01:22:27 PM

Quote from: RCMerchant on September 26, 2018, 12:41:02 PM
No, but if he goes by R.C., it must be good.

justme2013 · September 27, 2018, 03:00:52 PM

How about this from Young Frankenstein, it's the monster speaking.

For as long as I can remember people have hated me. They looked at my face and my body and they ran away in horror. In my loneliness I decided that if I could not inspire love, which is my deepest hope, I would instead cause fear. I live because this poor half-crazed genius, has given me life. He alone held an image of me as something beautiful and then, when it would have been easy enough to stay out of danger, he used his own body as a guinea pig to give me a calmer brain and a somewhat more sophisticated way of expressing myself.

LilCerberus · September 27, 2018, 03:18:54 PM

Quote from: justme2013 on September 27, 2018, 03:00:52 PM
How about this from Young Frankenstein, it's the monster speaking.

For as long as I can remember people have hated me. They looked at my face and my body and they ran away in horror. In my loneliness I decided that if I could not inspire love, which is my deepest hope, I would instead cause fear. I live because this poor half-crazed genius, has given me life. He alone held an image of me as something beautiful and then, when it would have been easy enough to stay out of danger, he used his own body as a guinea pig to give me a calmer brain and a somewhat more sophisticated way of expressing myself.

Ooh! Good one!