Paging Kenneth Goldsmith

I just stumbled across this website, and it's really fucking weird. It's a website that provides the full text of the English subtitles for various bootleg DVDs, with no attributions as to character or stage directions or anything: just a long out-of-context transcript. The upshot is that the film, no matter what its original tone or genre, is transformed into some sort of bizarre prose poem. Here, for instance, is Robert Bresson's Diary of a Country Priest (which I just screening-logged for Notcoming). And here's The Karate Kid.