Doctor Strange, Disney+, Marvel Studios, Walt Disney Pictures

Doctor Strange

Doctor Strange, Disney+, Marvel Studios, Walt Disney Pictures

Disney+ original film Doctor Strange was released October 13th, 2016.

#DrStrange made $677.7M at the international box office.






rottentomatoes: 89%

metacritic: 72

imdb: 7.5

oscars: 1 nomination



Stephen Strange, Doctor Strange, Disney+, Marvel Studios, Benedict Cumberbatch

Dr. Strange

Dr. Stephen Strange is a neurosurgeon living in New York City, New York.

Stephen Strange, Doctor Strange, Disney+, Marvel Studios, Benedict Cumberbatch

“Challenge round, Billy. Oh, come on, Billy, you’ve got to be messing with me. Feels So Good, Chuck Mangione, 1977. Honestly, Billy, you said this one would be hard. No, Billy. While Feels So Good may have charted in 1978… the album was released in December of 1977. Check again. Useless? The man charted a top 10 hit with a flugelhorn. Status, Billy? Oh! Feels so good, doesn’t it?” — Dr. Strange

“What is it? It’s amazing you kept him alive. Apneic, failed the brain stem test… and the apnea reflect test. I think I found the problem, Doctor Palmer. You left a bullet in his head. We have to run. Prematurely. We need to get him prepped for sub-occipital craniotomy. What do you see? A perfect bullet. It’s been hardened. You harden a bullet by alloying lead with antimony. A toxic metal. And that’s leeched directly into the cerebral spinal fluid. The patient’s not dead, but he is dying. Still want to harvest his organs? No. Doctor Palmer will assist me. We don’t have time for that. I can and I will. How about 10 minutes ago when you called the wrong time of death? Cranial nerves intact. Doctor West, cover your watch. I didn’t have to save his patient, either. But I sometimes just can’t help myself. You came to me. You had a second opinion. What you needed was a competent one. I can’t work in your butcher shop. I’m fusing transected spinal cords. I’m stimulating neurogenesis in the central nervous system. The work I’m doing is gonna save thousands for years to come. In ER, you get to save one drunk idiot with a gun. Whoa, wait a minute. You’re not… you guys aren’t. Sleeping together? Sorry, I thought that was implicit in my disgust. Oh, really? Oh, well, good, I’m glad something’s named after me. I invented a laminectomy procedure. And yet, somehow no one seems to want to call it the ‘Strange Technique.’ Regardless, I’m verry flattered by your policy. I’m talking tonight at a Neurological Society dinner. Come with me. You used to love coming to those things with me. We had fun together. Not only about me. Maybe we could hyphenate. Strange-Palmer Technique.” — Dr. Strange

“Billy. What have you got for me? Yeah, well, I could help… but so could 50 other people. Find me something worth my time. Yeah, you want me to screw up my perfect record? Definitely not. Mmm. That does sound interesting. Can you send me the… got it. What did they do? What did they do? Look at these fixators. I could have done better. No. You’ve ruined me. How long until I can take… so, speed it up. Pass a stent down the brachial artery into the radial artery. All I need is possible. This is useless. All right, answer me this, bachelor’s degree. Have you ever known anyone with nerve damage this severe to do this… and actually recover? Walked? Bullshit. Show me his file.” — Dr. Strange

“Here’s the thing… I understand. Here’s the thing. I… come on. Etienne, wait. No. No, no, wait! He’s a hack. There is a new procedure in Tokyo. They culture donor stem cells… and then harvesting them and then 3D printing a scaffold. If I could get a loan together… just… a small loan, just $200,000. No, now is exactly the time not to stop… because, you see, I’m not getting any better! Life without my work… like what? Like you? This is the part where you leave. Oh, too difficult for you, is it? No, don’t pity me. Oh, yeah? Then what are you doing here… bringing cheese and wine like we’re old friends going for a picnic? We’re not friends, Christine. We were barely lovers. But you just love a sob story, don’t you? Is that what I am to you now? ‘Poor Stephen Strange, charity case.’ ‘He finally needs me.’ Another dreg of humanity for you to work on. Patch him up and send him back into the world… hearts just humming. You care so much, don’t you?” — Dr. Strange

“Jonathan Pangborn… C7-C8 spinal cord injury, complete. Paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Partial paralysis in both hands. I’m Stephen Strange. I’m a neurosurgeon. Was a neurosurgeon. You were untreatable. You came back from a place there’s no way back from. I… I’m trying to find my own way back. Your body healed. How much?” — Dr. Strange

“Uh, Kamar-Taj? You know where Kamar-Taj is? Kamar-Taj? Kamar-Taj. Okay. Look, guys, I don’t have any money. No, please. It’s all I have left. All right. Really? Sure we got the right place? That one looks a little more Kamar-Tajey. All right. The Ancient One? What’s his real name? Right. Forget everything I think I know. Sorry. Um, thank you for… whoa! Okay, that’s a thing. Thank you for… hello. Oh, thank you. Uh, thank you… Ancient One, for seeing me.” — Dr. Strange

“Uh… doctor, actually. Yeah. It’s good tea. Did you heal a man named Pangborn? A paralyzed man? You helped him to walk again. How did you correct a complete C7-C8 spinal cord injury? You’re suggesting it was psychosomatic? It’s the cells. Right. You’re talking about cellular regeneration. That’s bleeding edge medical tech. Is that why you’re working here? Without a governing medical board? Just how experimental is your treatment? So, you’ve figured out a way… to reprogram nerve cells to self-heal? The spirit to heal the body? No. All right. How do we do that? Where do we start? Oh, no. It’s really good. It’s just, I’ve seen it before… in gift shops.” — Dr. Strange

“Acupuncture, great. Showing me an MRI scan. I do not believe this. I spent my last dollar getting here, one-way ticket… and you’re talking to me about healing through belief? No, I reject it because I do not believe in fairy tales… about chakras or energy… or the power if belief. There is no such thing as spirit! We are made of matter and nothing more. You’re just another tiny, monetary speck within an indifferent universe. Oh, you think you see through me, do you? Well, you don’t. But I see through you! What did you just do to me? What’s in that tea? Psilocybin? LSD? What just happened? The what? Why are you doing this to me? Oh, shit! Oh, God! Oh, God, no! No, no, no! What’s happening? This isn’t real! Oh!” — Dr. Strange

“Teach me. No. No! No, no, no! No! Open the door! Please! Don’t shut me out. I haven’t got anywhere else to go. Thank you. What’s this? My mantra? But even if my fingers could do that… my hands would just be waving in the air. How do I get from here to there? Study and practice, years of it. Hey. Uh, Stephen, please. And you are? Wong. Just Wong? Like Adele? Or Aristotle. Drake. Bono. Eminem. Yup. All right. I’m fluent in Google Translate. What are those? So, they’re forbidden? This one’s got pages missing. What if it’s just overdue? Any late fees I should know about? Maiming, perhaps? People used to think that I was funny. All right. Well, it’s been lovely talking to you. Thank you for the books… and for the horrifying story… and for the threat upon my life.” — Dr. Strange

“My hands. How is this not about my hands? I control it by surrendering control? That doesn’t make any sense. Wait. Is this… yeah, right, beautiful. Freezing but beautiful. Great. What? No! Wong. Books on astral projection. Try me, Beyonce. Oh, come on. You’ve heard of her. She’s a huge star, right? Do you ever laugh? Oh, come on, just give me the book. Once, in this room, you told me to open my eye. Now, I’m being told to blindly accept rules… that make no sense. Wong told on me? Hold on. Sorry. What do you mean, ‘threats?'” — Dr. Strange

“So just how ancient is she? You follow her, even though you don’t know? Like Kaecilius? You knew him. And he stole the forbidden ritual, right? What did it do? What’s that? Really just roll off the tongue, don’t they? When do I get my relic? I think I’m ready. All right. Wong? Okay. ‘First, open the Eye of Agamotto.’ All right. Oh, my. What if… ‘Dormammu.’ ‘The Dark Dimension.’ Eternal life? What the… I was just doing exactly what it said in the book. I don’t know. I hadn’t gotten to that part yet.” — Dr. Strange


The Ancient One

“Master Kaeciulius. That ritual will only bring you sorrow.”

“You’re very welcome. Thank you, Master Mordo. Thank you, Master Hamir. Mr. Strange. Well, no, not anymore, surely. Isn’t that why you’re here? You’ve undergone many procedures. Seven, right? Yes. In a way. Yes. Well, I didn’t correct it. He couldn’t walk. I convinced him that he could. When you reattach a severed nerve… is it you who heals it back together or the body? The cells are only programmed… to put themselves back together in very specific ways. What if I told you that your own body could be convinced… to put itself back together in all sorts of ways? Quite. No, Mr. Strange. I know how to reorient the spirit… to better heal the body. That’s right. Don’t like that map?”

“And what about this one? Yeah. What about that one? Each of those maps was drawn up by someone… who could see in part, but not the whole. You’re a man looking at the world through a keyhole. You’ve spent your whole life trying to widen that keyhole… to see more, to know more. Now, on hearing that it can be widened… in ways you can’t imagine… you reject the possibility. You think too little of yourself. I pushed your astral form out of your physical form. It’s just tea… with a little honey. For a moment, you entered the astral dimension. A place where the soul exists apart from the body. To show you just how much you don’t know. Open your eye. He looks all right to me. You think you know how the world works? You think that this material universe is all there is? What is real? What mysteries lie beyond the reach of your senses? At the root of existence… mind and matter meet. Thoughts shape reality. This universe is only one of an infinite number.”

“Worlds without end. Some benevolent and life giving. Others filled with malice and hunger. Dark places… where powers older than time lie ravenous… and waiting. Who are you in this vast Multiverse, Mr. Strange? Have you seen that one before in a gift shop? No. Thank you, Masters.”

“You think I was wrong to cast him out? Stubbornness, arrogance, ambition. I’ve seen it all before. I cannot lead another gifted student to power… only to lose him to the darkness. We never lose our demons, Mordo. We only learn to live above them. The language of the mystic arts… is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity… called the use of this language ‘spells.’ But if that word offends your modern sensibilities… you can call it a ‘program.’ The source code that shapes reality. We harness energy… drawn from other dimensions of the Multiverse… to cast spells… to conjure shields… and weapons… to make magic.”

“How did you get to reattach severed nerves… and put a human spine back together bone by bone? I would like a moment alone with Mr. Strange. It’s not about your hands. Master Hamir. Thank you, Master Hamir. You cannot beat a river into submission. You have to surrender to its current… and use its power as your own. Not everything does. Not everything has to. Your intellect has taken you far in life… but it will take you no further. Surrender, Stephen. Silence your ego… and your power will rise. Come with me. Everest. Beautiful. At this temperature… a person can last for 30 minutes… before suffering permanent loss of function. But you’ll likely go into shock within the first two. Surrender, Stephen.”

“We shall see. Any second now. Once, in this room, you begged me to let you learn. Now I’m told you question every lesson… preferring to teach yourself. Like the rule against conjuring a gateway in the library? You’re advancing quickly with your sorcery skills. You need a safe space to practice your spells.”

“You are now inside the Mirror Dimension… ever present but undetected. The real world isn’t affected by what happens here. We use the Mirror Dimension to train, surveil… and sometimes to contain threats. You don’t want to be stuck in here without your sling ring. Learning of an infinite Multiverse includes learning of infinite dangers. If I told you everything else that you don’t already know… you’d run from here in terror.”


Dr. Christine Palmer

“GSW. Thanks. It’s impinging on the medulla. I needed a specialist. Nic diagnosed brain death. Something about that doesn’t feel right to me. Doctor West. What are you doing? Hey. Slow down. I did not agree to that. We gotta go. Thank you. Image guidance, stat. You can’t do it freehand. You know, you didn’t have to humiliate him in front of everyone. Nic is a great doctor. Yeah, well, I needed a second opinion. Well, all the more reason why you should be my neurosurgeon on call. You could make such a difference. Hey! Yeah, you’re right. In ER, we’re only saving lives. There’s no fame, there’s no, uh, CNN interviews. I guess I’ll just have to stick with Nic. What? Explicit, actually. No, I have a very strict rule against dating colleagues. I call it the ‘Strange Policy.’ We invented that technique. Another speaking engagement? So romantic. No! You had fun. They weren’t about us, they were about you. Stephen. Everything is about you. Palmer-Strange.”

“Hey. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. They rushed you in a chopper. But it took a while to find you. The golden hours for nerve damage went by while you were in the car. 11 stainless steel pins in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments… severe nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for 11 hours. No one could have done better.”

“Hey! He won’t do it. Stephen. You’ve always spent money as fast as you could make it… but now you’re spending money you don’t even have. Maybe it’s time to consider stopping. But this isn’t medicine anymore. This is mania. Some things just can’t be fixed. Is still life. This isn’t the end. There are other things that can give your life meaning. This is the part where you apologize. Fine, I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore. Yes, it is. It breaks my heart to see you this way. I’m not pitying you. Goodbye, Stephen.”


Baron Mordo

“You’re looking for Kamar-Taj. I once stood in your place. And I, too, was disrespectful. So, might I offer you some advice? Forget everything you think you know. The sanctuary of our teacher. The Ancient One.”

“The Ancient One. His heart rate is getting dangerously high.”

“5 hours later, he’s still on your doorstep. There’s a strength to him. He reminds you of Kaecilius? You didn’t lose me. I wanted the power to defeat my enemies. You gave me the power to defeat my demons. And to live within the natural law. Kaecilius still has the stolen pages. If he deciphers them, he could bring ruin… upon us all. There may be dark days ahead. Perhaps Kamar-Taj could use a man like Strange.”

“Bathe. Rest. Meditate… if you can. The Ancient One will send for you. The Wi-Fi password. We’re not savages.”

“Mastery of the sling ring is essential to the mystic arts. They allow us to travel throughout the Multiverse. All you need to do is focus. Visualize. See the destination in your mind. Look beyond the world in front of you. Imagine every detail. The clearer the picture, the quicker and easier… the gateway will come. And stop. Of course.”

“How’s our new recruit? Oh, no, not again. Maybe I should… no one knows the age of the Sorcerer Supreme. Only that she’s Celtic and never talks about her past. I know she’s steadfast… but unpredictable. Merciless, yet kind. She made me what I am. Trust your teacher… and don’t lose your way. That’s right. When he first came to us… he’d lost everyone he ever loved. He was a grieving, broken man searching for answers in the mystic arts. A brilliant student, but he was proud, headstrong. He questioned the Ancient One, rejected her teaching. He left Kamar-Taj. His disciples followed him like sheep. Seduced by false doctrine. Yes. No more questions. That’s a question. This is a relic. Some magic is too powerful to sustain… so we imbue objects with it… allowing them to take the strain we cannot. This is the staff… of the Living Tribunal. There are many relics. The Wand of Watoomb. The Vaulting Boots of Valtorr. When you’re ready.”

“You’re ready when the relic decides you’re ready. For now… conjure a weapon. Fight! Fight like your life depended on it. Because one day… it may. Stop! Tampering with continuum probabilities is forbidden.”


Kaecilius

“Hypocrite!”

“We will now receive the power to destroy the one who betrayed us. The one who betrays the world.”


Wong

“Mr. Strange. Wong. The Book of the Invisible Sun. Astronomia Nova. Codex Imperium. Key of Solomon. You finished all of these? Come with me. This section is for masters only… but at my discretion, others may use it. You should start with Maxim’s Primer. How’s your Sanskrit? Vedic, classical Sanskrit. The Ancient One’s private collection. No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden. Only certain practices. Those books are far too advanced for anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme. That’s The Book of Cagliostro. A study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former master. The Zealot, Kaecilius. Just after he strung up the former librarian… and relieved him of his head. I am now the guardian of these books. So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again… I’d know it… and you’d be dead before you ever left the compound. Did they work for you?”

“Stephen. What do you want, Strange? You’re not ready for that. No. What did the book say about the dangers of performing that ritual?”


Kathmandu, Nepal

“Your watch. Your watch.”


New York City

“No, doctor. Ha! It’s 1978. No. Wikipedia says it’s a nineteen… where do you store all this useless information? 1977. Oh, please. I hate you. Oh, I got this, Stephen. You’ve done your bit. Go ahead. We’ll close up.”

“Organ harvest. He’s a donor. I don’t need you to. We’ve already called brain death. Not gonna let you operate on a dead man. A bullet? Rapid onset central nervous system shutdown. I’ll assist you. This isn’t a time for showing off, Strange.”

“I’ve got a 35-year-old Air Force Colonel… crushed his lower spine in some kind if experimental armor. Mid-thoracic burst fracture. I have a 68-year-old female with an advanced brain stem glioma. How about a 22-year-old female… with an electronic implant in her brain to control schizophrenia… struck by lightning?”

“Give your body time to heal. Doctor Strange. Those tissues are still healing. It’s possible. Experimental and expensive, but possible. Up. Up. Show me your strength. It’s not useless, man. You can do this. One guy, yeah. Factory accident, broke his back… paralyzed, his leg wasted away. He had pain in his shoulder, from the wheelchair. He came in three times a week. Then one day he stopped coming. I thought he was dead. A few years later, he walked past me on the street. Yeah, walked. It’ll take a while to pull the files from the archive. But if it proves your arrogant ass wrong… worth it.”

“I looked at all your research… I read all the papers you’ve sent. It’s not gonna work. I don’t think you realize… how severe the damages are. The best have tried and failed. What you want from me is impossible, Stephen. I’ve got my own reputation to consider. I can’t help you.”

“All the way. Here we go. Let’s go! All day! All day! Yeah! All day. Come on, man! Where’s the competition? Talk a lot. Who are you? I don’t know you. Actually, you know what, man, I do know you. I came to your office once. You refused to see me. I never got past your assistant. No glory for you in that, right? Pangborn, are you in or you out? All right. I’d given up on my body. I thought my mind’s the only thing I have left… I should at least try to elevate that. So, I sat with gurus… and sacred women. Strangers carried me to mountaintops to see holy men. And finally… I found my teacher. And my mind was elevated… and my spirit deepened. And somehow… yes. There were deeper secrets to learn there… but I didn’t have the strength to receive them. I chose to settle for my miracle and I came back home. The place you’re looking for is called Kamar-Taj. But the cost there is high. I’m not talking about money. Good luck. Let’s ball. All right, ball up!”


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