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Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

Running around, catching a lot of light. In moonlight, black boys look blue.

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See, Little? I knew you wasn’t soft.

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Chiron and Kev.

glitterghosts

I think about love on a scale from 1 to 10. Most of us find a 6 or 7, and that’s why we have divorce. It’s the truth. We settle for that 6 or 7. But I like to think Kevin is Chiron’s 10. He’s found that and he realizes that there’s no reason to settle for a 6 or a 7 because, “I know this person is my 10. Whether or not this person believes I’m his 10, I’m going to devote my life to this person entirely.” That’s why the line where he says, “You’re the only man that’s ever touched me,” for me, was the most amazing, most beautiful thing I’ve seen in cinema, period. Because that’s what we strive for as people, to find that one person because they’re there. If Kevin doesn’t feel that they should be together, Chiron is just going to die a miserable person because that’s his person and he won’t settle for anything else. But I like to think they’re together, walking in Central Park hand-in-hand when they’re 90 years old. - Trevante Rhodes

Moonlight (2016, dir. Barry Jenkins)

timetraveldean

Running around, catching up all that light. In moonlight, black boys look blue.

peteharry

Finished, Kevin turns to Black, the two falling into step without a word, moving across the parking – Black leading, Kevin just behind. Occasionally one looking to the other as they go, much said in these eyes and looks, but… just the sound of movement, a heavy key ring dangled at Kevin’s side, the whir of Vespas roaming up Biscayne.

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The 89th Annual Academy Awards: Best Picture Nominees

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We here, Chiron.

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

filmaticbby

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

peteharry

Finished, Kevin turns to Black, the two falling into step without a word, moving across the parking – Black leading, Kevin just behind. Occasionally one looking to the other as they go, much said in these eyes and looks, but… just the sound of movement, a heavy key ring dangled at Kevin’s side, the whir of Vespas roaming up Biscayne.