The Astronaut Farmer

ma asteptam sa fie comedie dupa titlu... pana la urma a fost un fel de drama... e genul de film telenovela la sfarsitul caruia apar cadre cu toti care aplauda fericiti (printre care si bruce willis :D) si dupa aplauze apare poza cu un apus de soare si credits-urile peste...

nota 7.50

The Libertine

prea dark, prea incet, prea lung... filmul este de o incontestabila calitate doar ca nu pe placul meu... fiind constient de acest lucru ma abtin de la comentarii gen “film prost” si voi exprima incompatibilitatea filmului cu retina mea prin nota aferenta. doar atat.

“All men would be cowards if they only had the courage.

The theatre is my drug, and my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.

I am nature. you are art. Let us see how we compare.

But life is not a succession of urgent “nows”. It’s a listless trickle of “why should I’s”.

I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

I don’t mean to upset people, but I must speak my mind. For what’s in my mind is far more interesting than what’s outside my mind. “

nota 7.50

EDIT: mi se mai intampla uneori sa ma gandesc dupa cateva zile la un film vazut si sa-mi amintesc unele fraze, idei si sa-mi dau seama ca de fapt mi-a transmis mai multe decat am reusit sa-mi dau seama pe moment... din acest motiv modific nota filmului la 8.50

Science Des Rêves (Science of Sleep)

regizat de Michel Gondry... aproape la fel de perfect ca si cealalta capodopera a lui...

uite ghEMOtocule, am aflat si eu cine e Gael Garcia...

Stephane: I am your neighbor and a liar. By the way, do you have Zoe's number?
—
[giving advice to Stéphane in a ski dream]
Serge: Stéphane, talk with the heart!
Martine: Yeah, be gentle!
Guy: Fuck her!
—
Stephane: In dreams, emotions are overwhelming.
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Stephane: Will you marry me when you are seventy? You'd have nothing to lose.
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Stephane: The brain is the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose.
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Stephane: Whenever i speak french, i feel my mustache growing faster.

nota 9.75

Est-ce un rêve malheureux
Cauchemar d’enfant
Qui fait briller mes yeux
Et fait pleurer mon sang

Je passe mes nuits
Seule avec mes larmes
Qui glissent sur ma vie
Comme des doigts sur des lames

J’ai perdu de vue
Tout mon univers
Je vois du dessus
Ma vie à l’envers

Est-ce un rêve malheureux
Un cauchemar d’enfant
Qui fait briller mes yeux
Et fait couler mon sang

Égarée dans les flots
Mon horizon se voile
Oh mon amour il faut
Rallumer les étoiles

J’ai perdu de vue
Tout mon univers
Je vois du dessus
Ma vie à l’envers

Est-ce un rêve malheureux
Un cauchemar d’enfant
Qui fait briller mes yeux
Et fait crier mon sang