::11.12.03::
Donnie Darko
Menino písico nos anos 80 entra numa alucinação que envolve um HOMEM vestido de coelho (aí começa a bizarrice, quem me conhece, sabe). Ao som de Killing Moon, do Echo & the BUNNYMEN (E aí, pegaram????? HUm? Hum??? Gênio). Daí ele começa a fazer coisas ruins, mas ele não sabe se são realmente ruins, e o coelhinho começa a falar sobre Time Travel. OH MY GOSH, ele é um dos NERDS DA FISICA QUANTICA!!!!!!!!!!! Livro do Hawking aparece no filme. Teorias sobre viagem no tempo estão descritas em um livro escrito por uma velha louca, que supostamente já sabia de tudo o que ia acontecer no resto do filme. O mundo vai acabar em 28 dias. Ballet de jazz pior do que o meu, aos meus 9 anos. Trilha sonora legal, mas que realmente nãaaaaaao decolou. E pra finalizar a catástrofe total, PATRICK SWAYZE está no filme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEO NAME, eu te odeeeeeeeeeeeeeeio! E o quê??? A menininha deu tchau pra mãe do písico no fim??????? Elas são a mesma pessoa??????? AAAAAAAAAAAAARGHT, SÂO OS NERDS DA FISICA QUANTICA!
Meus sais, meus sais...
:: Marcia Furriel 12:23 a.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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