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“An apartment will become uninhabitable if you illuminate every single dark corner and under the table and wherever—you cannot live in a house like this anymore. And you cannot live with a person anymore—let’s say in a marriage or a deep friendship—if everything is illuminated, explained, and put out on the table. There is something profoundly wrong. It’s a mistake. It’s a fundamentally wrong approach toward human beings.”
Argentinian cartoonist Kioskerman (Pablo Holmberg). Via electronicalrattlebag.
Oh, the rejection.
La primera película que vi de Moodyson fue Fucking Amal y en esta escena por poco me parto en dos. Algo que después me ha pasado a menudo mientras iba conociendo su filmografía.
Las comparaciones son odiosas y el cuerpo me pide sacar a colación cineastas cuya sola mención quedaría fea en este post. Pero los hay (y muy populares) que llevan toda su carrera cocinando basura emocional que pasa por auténtica, intensa y (puagh) sincera para un sorprendente número de personas, con un poco de ayuda de marketing, famoseo y tal. Por eso es una suerte que estén ahí Moodyson y sus pelis y de vez en cuando alguien los descubra y el mundo sea un sitio un poco mejor.
Buenos días, johntones. No se puede empezar el día mejor.
Day by day, watching you disappear
Wishing that you were still here beside me
On my own, swimming against the tide
There’s nobody on my side but your memory
Then you’ll rise right before my eyes
On wings that fill the sky
Like a phoenix rising
The cinematic after effects of alcohol
Have led me to believe
That there’s nothing more beautiful
Than a face as it starts to fade
From your memory, what had once been clear as the day
Obscured by the shade
And I was always the thorn to your rose
A long string of disappointing days
Led me to concede that I’d been losing sleep
And I’m tired and frayed at the seams
And things are changing in me
It’s been six hard months since I could call you my own
It cuts to the bone
Is there anything that I can do when I’ve been turned into stone?
This drug makes me crazy
Makes me see you more clearly
Oh, baby, now I can see you
Wish I could stop,
Switch off the clock,
Make it all happen for you
I’m alive
Oh, oh, so alive
Remorse, remorse with it everyday
‘Cause I feel it that way
Don’t ever barter with yourself
Comfort is why we lost our hearts
Was it here where we left our hearts
In the tropics of love
