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Bridesmaids (2011) dir. Paul Feig
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PULSE (2001) dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa
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āIn Hollywood, more often than not, theyāre making more kind of traditional films, stories that are understood by people. And the entire story is understood. And they become worried if even for one small moment something happens that is not understood by everyone. But whatās so fantastic is to get down into areas where things are abstract and where things are felt, or understood in an intuitive way that, you canāt, you know, put a microphone to somebody at the theatre and say āDid you understand that?ā but they come out with a strange, fantastic feeling and they can carry that, and it opens some little door or something thatās magical and thatās the power that film has.ā
ā David Lynch (via funeral)
Myeonghyeon An aka ģėŖ ķ aka Myeong Hyeon (South Korean, b. 1987, based Bucheon-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea) - Village, 2024, Paintings: Acrylic on Canvas
Taste of Cherry (...Ų·Ų¹Ł ŚÆŁŁŲ§Ų³), Abbas Kiarostami (1997)
Imagine, if you will, that life is still livable, that life is evenāwell, good. And that if you wanted to, you could, perhaps, approach that instrument that is still lying open, and that seated there, your fingers on the keys, you could, if you wanted to, sing. You could sing of sadness, and you could sing of pain, unspeakable pain, but you could sing. You could do anything that you wanted, really, because all that prevents it has fallen away like scales off a body that is really human, and has been by some inhuman justice rendered monstrous but is now free to return to itself.
Anne Rice, Cry to Heaven
ch. 192,
āFame will go by and , so long, Iāve had you fame. If it goes by, Iāve always known it was fickle. So at least itās something I experience, but itās not where I live.ā - Marilyn Monroe
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