MOVIES I LOVED AND STILL DO!!!

a couple of days ago i took a break from my shoujo-fix and watched a few old favorite films, i knew i had to take a break when all i kept posting on my Facebook staus was ~KYAAAA!!! loving so-and-so manga!!!KYAAAA XD~  i figured too much Shoujo on my system is gonna fry my brain...so i rummage through the DVD/CD bin we had at the apartment i was sharing with the T&T and popped one and just continued on, in the hopes of reconnecting with old friends like Mr.Keating and the YAWP, Renton & the boys, Elle and her snap&bend, Lux and her equally tragic but lovely sisters -- i could well name more than a dozen of other well-loved-but-never-forgotten-ones --...and i couldn't even resist the call of siren Ariel, as i sang along albeit in my off-key-frog-like-voice XD

here are are two of the many movies i recently watched and in my opinion it's no wonder i still keep on watching them again>>>

TRAINSPOTTING

look into the lives of Mark "Rent-boy" Renton (a very lanky ewan mcgregor) & his gang: smooth player Sick Boy (beautifully played by pre-angelina Johnny Lee Miller, i just love his Bond-Sean Connery voice), awkward hanger-on Spud (Ewen Bremner, one of the best character actor there is), violent sociopath Begbie (Robert Carlyle was just so believable, i almost hate to love him) and clean cut foot-baller Tommy (Kevin McKidd-which my flatmate T, insists that she's seen somewhere before) as they have opted out of career-based pursuits that society deems worthwhile, preferring to live in a blissful, directionless heroin-addled mess

MEMORABLE QUOTES:

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f**king big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of f**king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f**k you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f**king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f**ked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Sick Boy: Personality, I mean that's what counts, right? That's what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin, I mean heroin's got a great f**king personality.


Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: We would have injected vitamin C if only they had made it illegal! 


Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit.  


Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that s**t which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not f**king stupid. At least, we're not that f**king stupid.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Begbie didn't do drugs either. He just did people. 

THE VIRGIN SUICIDES

 

The Virgin Suicides is the 1993 debut novel by American writer Jeffrey Eugenides. The story, which is set in Grosse Pointe, Michigan during the 1970s, centers around the suicides of five sisters. The Lisbon girls' suicides fascinate their community as their neighbors struggle to find an explanation for the acts. The movie was directed by Sofia Coppola, in her first directorial debut.

MEMORABLE QUOTES:

Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.
Cecilia: Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl. 

Narrator: We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. 

Narrator: Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn't leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations... of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.  

Narrator: What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself. 

Narrator: So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.