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Zabriskie Point 1970
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Fucking
ShitHoly
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Soundtrack“Wish I was a single girl again”
Many more things to say, but I don’t feel like saying them. But one of my favourite new watches in a long time. Eerie to walk out into Hollywood after this one. Eerie to climb over a passed out human on the sidewalk. Eerie to see my borderline doppelgänger on screen. Eerie to live in America. The beauty and the horror go hand in hand. Especially in…
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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs 1937
an eternal reminder that animal friends are the best friends, and that one should never trust jealous bitches!! The queen should have just done what all the LA girls do: surround themselves with sycophants who lie to them instead, so that their sad and pathetic lives can be uplifted by the equally sad and pathetic! "Mirror mirror, on the wall..."
somewhat appropriate that as I was finishing this, Amanda burst through the cat door, climbed onto my bed and stuck her giant fluffy butt in my face
this was quite delightful, despite my now throbbing allergy headache
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The Bloodstained Shadow 1978
There’s no insanity like being asked to live subtitle a movie last minute in a language you only sort of know, where the print suddenly fizzles out in sections, where other sections don’t have any subtitles at all and you just got to hope and pray that you are waiting correctly for the right moment, and you’re trying to line it up with a digital copy to help you, but the burned out sections mean that you’ve suddenly skipped minutes…
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Before Sunset 2004
I woke up at the crack of dawn with this movie in my brain. What else to do with the cold sun-dappled late winter early morning hours?
(Well, a million things, but I decided to give myself the luxury of this, instead)
Man, I feel myself at a threshold again. The way I was feeling in my last days in NYC. Not an “if”, but a “when” of when I’d throw myself into self-exile once more. Perhaps this time for…
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