Hong Kong-China-France
2007
Characters:
- Elizabeth
- Jeremy
- Arnie
- Sue Lynne
- Leslie
My first watched film of famous Wong Kar-wai.
I'm quite impressed.
I'm don't know why but it catched my breath and left in my mind. Were there some ordinary things? Yes, waiteress's routine, sending postcards, working 2 jobs, break ups and tears, deaths... But I can remember nearly all the scenes and their sequence, unbelievable. Perhaps, perfect combination of music-emotion and silence-emotion had such an inflence.
So, the story is about a young lady and an owner of a small cafe in New York. While the lady's trips we can learn about 2 other girls with unhappy lives, unhappy love stories with a husband and a father. Everything that the young lady learns after meeting these women she writes in postcards to that cafe-owner. Quite unsophistacated or... sophisticated story?
Cafe's name "Ключ" and Russian girl called Katya can be a charming subject for some kind of reflection about Jeremy's life :)
Had been watched in English with English subtitles (US English isn't still clear enough for me).
Quotations:
I remember people by what they order not by their names.
If I threw these keys away then those doors will be closed forever. And that shouldn't be up to me to decide.
It's like these pies and cakes.
At the end of every night the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone.
The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished.
But there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
So what's wrong with the blueberry pie? There's nothing's wrong with the blueberry pie. It's just people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie. It's just no one wants it.
- Well, what happened?
- Life happened. Things happened. Yeah, time happened.
These keys used to belong to a young lad from Manchester England who made plans and had dreams of running every marathon in this country starting in New York. He was going to write a journal about his experiences and ended up running a cafe. Later they were given to a Russian girl who loved collecting keys and watching sunsets. Unfortunately, she loved sunsets more than the keys and ended up disappearing into one.
- When I was little me mum used to take me to the park on weekends. She said if I ever got lost I had to stay in one place so that she'd find me.
- Does that work?
- Not really. She got lost once looking for me.
I decided to take the longest way to cross the street.
I thought about what Arnie said about the sobriety chips, how to focus your attention on something else in order to cure your addiction. If I was an addict, I'd choose blueberry pie as my chip.
Some things are better on paper.
Yeah, no body ever said sleeping with someone else's wife was a safe vocation.
[about vodka]
- Well, this stuff tastes pretty darn awful.
- But I guess nobody drinks it for the taste, right?
- You look lovely.
- I'm starting to look like my mom.
- It's better than looking like your dad.
Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened, can they? Even if the door is open the person you're looking for may not be there.
I've always been fascinated by card players. They risk everything on their instincts and their luck.
You can be cheap or you can be lucky but you can't be both. Not in the long run.
- I keep playing old poker hands in my head. You?
- Same. Except for the poker.
Trust everyone but always cut the cards. Best thing my father ever taught me. You know what that means? It means never trust anybody.
You can beat players but you can't beat luck.
In the last few days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed.
Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror. To define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all. It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.
I remember people by what they order not by their names.
If I threw these keys away then those doors will be closed forever. And that shouldn't be up to me to decide.
It's like these pies and cakes.
At the end of every night the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone.
The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished.
But there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
So what's wrong with the blueberry pie? There's nothing's wrong with the blueberry pie. It's just people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie. It's just no one wants it.
- Well, what happened?
- Life happened. Things happened. Yeah, time happened.
These keys used to belong to a young lad from Manchester England who made plans and had dreams of running every marathon in this country starting in New York. He was going to write a journal about his experiences and ended up running a cafe. Later they were given to a Russian girl who loved collecting keys and watching sunsets. Unfortunately, she loved sunsets more than the keys and ended up disappearing into one.
- When I was little me mum used to take me to the park on weekends. She said if I ever got lost I had to stay in one place so that she'd find me.
- Does that work?
- Not really. She got lost once looking for me.
I decided to take the longest way to cross the street.
I thought about what Arnie said about the sobriety chips, how to focus your attention on something else in order to cure your addiction. If I was an addict, I'd choose blueberry pie as my chip.
Some things are better on paper.
Yeah, no body ever said sleeping with someone else's wife was a safe vocation.
[about vodka]
- Well, this stuff tastes pretty darn awful.
- But I guess nobody drinks it for the taste, right?
- You look lovely.
- I'm starting to look like my mom.
- It's better than looking like your dad.
Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened, can they? Even if the door is open the person you're looking for may not be there.
I've always been fascinated by card players. They risk everything on their instincts and their luck.
You can be cheap or you can be lucky but you can't be both. Not in the long run.
- I keep playing old poker hands in my head. You?
- Same. Except for the poker.
Trust everyone but always cut the cards. Best thing my father ever taught me. You know what that means? It means never trust anybody.
You can beat players but you can't beat luck.
In the last few days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed.
Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror. To define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all. It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.
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