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A little something I love…
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There’s nothing particularly fabulous about Amélie Poulain’s destiny or her life for that matter. For starters, she’s almost painfully shy. She grows as the subject of scrutiny. The scrutiny of a writer, of a filmmaker, of an actress, of an audience. She grows to be larger-than-life on the big screen (just as we alternately grow and shrink in life as the subjects of self-scrutiny, self-centeredness and an endless trail of actions and reactions.) She is sort of timeless too. She’s part contemporary, part a throwback to a different era altogether. Vivid enough up close to color the world around her as a painter would a canvas. And… she’s all about little things. She’s in essence a little thing herself.
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Two words I spend long hours thinking about, am convinced I’m alone in appreciating and the two rare scenes that prove me wrong.
Ventura: Your friend Brian Shelby threw a three-day memorial in your old home. He was a true friend.
You were missed, David.
It was Sofia who never truly recovered. It was she who somehow knew you best. And like you, she never forgot that one night where true love seemed possible.
Consequences, David. It’s the LITTLE THINGS.
David: The LITTLE THINGS. There’s nothing bigger, is there?
(Vanilla Sky)
I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like… this, you know? People just have an affair, or even… entire relationships… They break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person had their own… specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because… It hurts too much! Even getting laid… I actually don’t do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I’m obsessed with LITTLE THINGS. Maybe I’m crazy but… when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late for school. One day she followed me to see why… I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road… the way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk… LITTLE THINGS. I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and… will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way… your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow… that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and… I missed it. I’m really crazy, right?
(Before Sunset)
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Grover: Hi! I was just walking by…
Jane: Hold it. I’m having one of those times… where my name sounds very weird to me. My name is Jane… Jane… it all sounds so foreign to me, you know?
Grover: This is really where you like to hang out, huh?
Jane: Yeah… I like to come here and get away from school… think about graduation. Plus Chet lets me listen to talk radio and I’m just addicted to it.
Grover: This is a townie bar.
Jane: You know these little things people have as pets called dogs… you know, dogs… cantaloupe… we eat cantaloupe.
Grover: What are you talking about?
Jane: These… these things… these things that… that we take for granted… they’re all so weird… these words… these names… Jane… Jane. Grover. Gro-ver.
Grover: What are you drinking?
Jane: Scotch.
Grover: Yikes!
Chet: Chet… Chet…
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Jesse: You know, I think that book that I wrote, in a way, was like building something. So that I wouldn’t forget the details of the time that we spent together. You know, like just a reminder that… that once we really did meet, you know, that this was real, this happened.
Celine: I’m happy you’re saying that. Because… I mean, I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like… this, you know? People just have an affair, or even… entire relationships… They break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person had their own… specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because… It hurts too much! Even getting laid… I actually don’t do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I’m obsessed with little things. Maybe I’m crazy but… when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late for school. One day she followed me to see why… I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road… the way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk… little things. I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and… will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way… your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow… that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and… I missed it. I’m really crazy, right?
Jesse: Now I know for sure. You wanna know why I wrote that stupid book?
Celine: Why?
Jesse: So that you might come to a reading in Paris, and I could walk up to you and ask: ‘Where the fuck were you?’
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