Half Remembered Dream

So much has been written about those few words at the end that Bob whispers into Charlotte’s ear. We can’t hear them. They seem meaningful for both of them. Coppola said she didn’t know. It wasn’t scripted. Advanced sound engineering has been used to produce a fuzzy enhancement. Harry Caul of The Conversation would be proud of it, but it’s entirely irrelevant. Those words weren’t for our ears. Coppola (1) didn’t write the dialog, (2) didn’t intentionally record the dialogue, and (3) was happy to release the movie that way, so we cannot hear. Why must we know? Do we need closure? This isn’t a closure kind of movie. We get all we need in simply knowing they share a moment private to them, and seeing that it contains something true before they part forever.

- Roger Ebert on Lost In Translation

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It’s just a flesh wound!

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Melanistic Barn Owl

Melanism is an undue development of dark-colored pigment in the skin or its appendages and is the opposite of albinism. Historically, it was also the medical term for black jaundice. Pseudo-melanism, also called abundism, is another variant of pigmentation, characterized by dark spots or enlarged stripes, which cover a large part of the body of the animal making it appear melanistic.

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Lester Burnham: I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.

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Jim Dear: [Giving Darling a hatbox] It’s for you, Darling. Merry Christmas.

Darling: Oh, Jim, dear. It’s the one I was admiring, isn’t it? Trimmed with ribbons?

Jim Dear: Well, it *has* a ribbon.

[the box is opened; inside is a puppy wearing a ribbon]

Darling: Oh, how sweet.

Jim Dear: You like her, Darling?

Darling: [hugging the puppy] Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little Lady.

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“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”

 - Dalai Lama XIV

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The hills are alive with the sound of music,

with songs they have sung for a thousand years.

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“Ben’s still the youngest writer to ever win an Oscar for screenwriting. I’d be the youngest if it weren’t for Ben. Fucking asshole.”

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The Les Mis Cast attends the 85th Annual Academy Awards, 2013

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