Daily Dialogue — September 24, 2012

A beach town. No wall, no sentries, just cottages lining a dozen sand-swept streets. A crowd has gathered to hear The Postman’s daughter, HOPE, mid-thirties, speak. Beside her, a bearded, 52-year-old Ford in his postmaster’s uniform. They stand before a large, tarp-draped statue.

HOPE: But he never did see St. Rose. There was too much to be done. He’d made a promise and in keeping it — he traded one dream for another. With no regrets. And so, in honor of my father…

She unveils the statue: we’ve seen this before. It’s The Postman on his horse, low-slung in the saddle, leaning down to pluck the letter from the Little Boy’s hand.

There’s an OLDER MAN in the audience who seems especially moved by the statue. There’s a younger man beside him.

OLDER MAN: That was me.

As St. Rose applauds…

— Hope (Mary Stuart Masterson), The Postman (1997), screenplay by Eric Roth and Brian Helgeland, novel by David Brin

The Daily Dialogue theme for the week is acceptance speech, recommended by @TheBrokenCoco. Today’s suggestion by blknwite.

Trivia: We never learn The Postman’s real name.

Dialogue On Dialogue: The embedded video allows you to see the entire movie for free.