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makeitshine: Kåre Hedebrant / movie: Let the Right One In...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:27:04 -0500

makeitshine:

Kåre Hedebrant / movie: Let the Right One In (Sweden)

movieoftheday: Eli: Oskar, do you like me?Oskar: Yes, a...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:27:00 -0500

movieoftheday:

Eli: Oskar, do you like me?
Oskar: Yes, a lot.
Eli: If I weren’t a girl, would you like me anyway?
Oskar: I guess so.

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Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:23:48 -0500

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(via strangerthankindness) Let the Right One in (2008)

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:22:17 -0500

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Let the Right One in (2008)

tablecloth: Baldwin’s seven minutes of rant [in Glengarry Glen...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 18:49:10 -0500

tablecloth:

Baldwin’s seven minutes of rant [in Glengarry Glen Ross] rank as some of the most electrifying in cinema history. It’s the sort of clenched, laser-focused scene that you want to watch again and again until you know all the words off by heart, and then keep watching because you’ll never come anywhere close to being as good as Baldwin was in it. It’s the sort of scene that, when it finishes, you realise that you’ve neglected to draw breath for most of it. Those seven minutes alone should be enough to convince you that Alec Baldwin can’t retire. Plus, his death scene in Team America was impeccable. [Alec Baldwin: don’t be a closer | Stuart Heritage | Film | guardian.co.uk]

Yes.

“Sex is good, but not as good as fresh, sweet corn.” -Garrison...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:34:00 -0500

“Sex is good, but not as good as fresh, sweet corn.”

-Garrison Keillor

Labor Day

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:21:47 -0500

Requiring something lovely on his arm
Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm,
His family's; later picking up the mammoth
Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off
On some third guy also up for the weekend.
But Saturday we still were paired; spent
It sprawled across that sprawling acreage
Until the grass grew limp
with damp. Like me. Johnston-baby, I can still see
The pelted clover, burrs' prickle fur and gorged
Pastures spewing infinite tiny bells. You pimp.

Louise Glück