| 12:45a |
dans paris
Paul: I don't know what's happening. I don't trust myself when I'm in love. I get nervous and say the wrong things or I start examining, evaluating,calculating what I say. I say "Think it will rain?" She responds, "I don't know." Then I wonder if she's even interested. It all scares me to death. Yes, scared to death. A friend once told me having a fuckbuddy is better than falling in love. I think he's right. Rain makes flowers grow and snails happy. That's a fact. But if a girl loves me she starts acting strangely, like asking me funny questions and pouting when I snap at her or saying things like "Think it will rain?" and I say "I have no idea" and she says "Oh" and gets all sad looking up at the California-blue sky. That makes me thank god it's you, darling.This time it's your turn. |
| 11:01p |
es esmu nekomerciāla filma, kuru neviens nespēj noskatīties līdz galam, jo ir pārāk klusa un garlaicīga, un lēna. sižets velkas un liekas, ka nekad nebeigsies. tai nav pilnīgi nekādas jēgas un galvenais varonis visus pārdzīvojumus tur sevī, neko neizrāda un neko nestāsta. vispār filmā gandrīz neviens nerunā, mūzikas nav, ir tikai pilsētas trokšņi. reizēm, ja kāds kaut kopasaka,t ad tas ir kkas pilnīgi nenozīmīgs, kā, piemēram, 'cik pulkstenis?' vai 'man, lūdzu, divus ābolus'. filma ir konstanti skumja. brīžiem kāds klusi iesmejas, varbūt pasmaida, bet vispār neviens neko īpaši nejūt. viena no tām filmām ar nesaprotamajām beigām ar pēdējo kadru psihenē, kur varonis stiklainām acīm skatās sienā. |