segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2008

My Blueberry Nights

Sinestesia. Imagens e diálogos muito bons. Ainda bem que, de novo, eu estava sozinha no cinema, rsrs. É que assim não preciso fingir gripe ou cisco. Ando emotiva demais e me pergunto se as sentimentalidades tendem a se tornar "visceralidades" com o tempo.
O tempo soa pra mim sempre como solução; então acabo de achar a verdadeira culpada por essa minha "flordapelice", e ela não combina nenhum pouco com o feriado prolongado que tive, com tanta gente bacana ao redor - na superfície.

Quotes time:

[about the forgotten keys in the bar]
Elizabeth: Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.
Jeremy: No. No, I couldn't do that.
Elizabeth: Why not?
Jeremy: If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn't be up to me to decide, should it?
Elizabeth: I guess I'm just looking for a reason.
Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other times there's no reason to be found.
Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.
Jeremy: Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?
Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants it.
Elizabeth: Wait! I want a piece.

Elizabeth: [wiping her tears] How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye.
[pause]
Elizabeth: I didn't say anything. I just walked away.

[last lines]
Elizabeth: It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.

Katya: Sometimes, even if you have the keys, those doors still can't be opened. Can they?
Jeremy: Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.

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