30 May 2010
Looking for Things (Zero Effect)


Mr. Will: Mrs. Spalding?
Edna Spalding: Yes.
Mr. Will: Could I trouble you for a cup of tea?
Edna Spalding: Of course. I’ll put the water on for you.
Mr. Will: Do you mind if I wait in here?
Edna Spalding: Not at all. I’m trying to fix Frank’s shoe. It’s got a big hole in it.
Mr. Will: Mrs. Spalding, can I ask you a question?
Edna Spalding: Yes.
Mr. Will: What do you look like?
Edna Spalding: I have long… long hair and I tie it up in the back. And I have brown eyes. I always wanted to have blue eyes like my mama… but Margaret got those. And my teeth stick out in the front… cause I sucked my thumb a long time when I was a little girl. Well, I’m… no real beauty. I’m all right.
Mr. Will: Thank you
(kettle whistles)
Edna Spalding: Your tea is ready.
(Places in the Heart)
Here’s to gaining some perspective on consumerism and childish wants in the company of one Tyler Durden.
I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential. And I see it squandered. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas. Waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.
We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on televison to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
(Fight Club)

George: A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.

Lovely last lines that deserve a post of their own.


Dwight: (to himself) So, we need someone to work this Saturday… and I think that that should be… Jim.
Jim: God, this is so sad. This is the smallest amount of power I’ve ever seen go to someone’s head.
(The Office - Season One)
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Fielding Pierce’s* beautiful chiseled face makes room for Irish eyes, traces of a blue collar background and a tranquility that should be beyond anyone. Out of those, what interests me suddenly is the tranquility, not the face (borrowed from an actor) and not any given circumstances but that brand of serenity that’s able to withstand even an outburst of anger, raised voice and all. That brand of serenity which will vie for control of a body and its soul and come out on top. There’s peace for a nucleus in him (or the appearance of it, for true peace can only be identified from within) and a bubble around it for protection. There is a soft spokenness to Fielding that the angles of his face strive to contradict.
That’s a quality shared by three other fictional characters I’ve revisited in memory recently: Gilbert Grape (What’s eating Gilbert Grape), Private Witt (The Thin Red Line) and John Halder (Good). Soft spokenness as the contour of a grappling with goodness.



If it doesn’t kill you… you’ll be around to see it come down some other way.
(Grand Canyon)
What doesn’t kill you… defines you.
(Zero Effect)
If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you it’s… broken.
(Grosse Pointe Blank)
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