“I guess I just don’t die that easy, Corporal.”
This is a movie of persistence. Perseverance as you battle the adversarial forces against you, as you navigate the murky waters, overcoming the grief and trauma bubbling and burning inside you. But it is also about the why. It’s about the love behind you and inside you and how it can empower you. We see Jake and Neytiri’s rage, a dull reflection of their enemy slowly growing sharper. Quaritch’s stubborn headstrong…
“You can’t stay just because of me. Right?”
The grief comes and goes in waves. It pulls away, lulling you in, and then crashes back against you harshly and without warning. It’s impossible to comprehend how to feel, like the neurons of my brain have become exposed to open air, overloaded and too-aware of the world crumbling around it. Raking through every grain of the past, trying to hold on to all the pieces of this life. Art is one…
“Come on, please let him come out!”
“He can come out once he resembles the man that I married.”
“Carol, we don’t have that kind of time!”
Crazy number of quotable lines in this movie, insanely hard to just pick one. I love the cozy suburban backstreets; very familiar to my childhood with houses packed together, the residents all knowing each other’s names, schedules, maybe even their favorite foods. The trees are aligned nicely with the houses and driveways, and all seems perfect, which is what makes the unfolding potential creepy mystery so fun to watch. When Tom Hanks yells, I can only envision Woody.
“let’s have a party”
“yeah, let’s invite everyone we know!”
when we die our shit and our secrets will be expelled to the universe. nobody else will make sense of it. but that’s okay. we only have to make sense to ourselves
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Unfortunately I didn't feel anything watching this movie aside from boredom and annoyance at the characters.
Billy is abrasive and abusive the whole film to Layla, who somehow catches Stockholm Syndrome despite the fact that he is less emotive and cares less than a slab of wet concrete. He constantly rejects even skin to skin contact, yet the movie portrays Layla as this savior meant to absorb every blow he throws at her, the shoulder to cry on, to bring…
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"Well then what's the point of living?"
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