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It was only later that I wondered about it and tried to look back. But by then I could only see that there was once a time when we had walked apart; and then a time when we walked together.

The Handmaiden (2016) dir. Park Chan-wook

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Let’s go to the other side. The view will be better there.

Cold War (2018) dir. Pawel Pawlikowski

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Grey Gardens 1975, dir.  Ellen Hovde, Albert and David Maysles, Muffie Meyer.

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Rihanna for Savage x Fenty

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I can’t be a princess! I’m still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!

The Princess Diaries (2001) dir. Garry Marshall

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Japanese posters for As Tears Go By, 1988 (dir. Wong Kar-wai)

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Tessa Thompson in Sorry to Bother You (2018) dir. Boots Riley

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cinema + blood (click images to view titles in captions)

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Brad Pitt in Burn After Reading (2008)

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“Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it?”

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Annihilation by Rory Kurtz

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Steven Yeun in Burning (2018) dir. Lee Chang-dong

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I know that nothing can change and I know there is no hope.

First Reformed (2018) dir.  Paul Schrader

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Chungking Express (Wong Kar-wai, 1994).

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I never expected “the thunderbolt.” I always just hoped that, that I’d meet some nice friendly girl, like the look of her, hope the look of me didn’t make her physically sick, then pop the question and, um, settle down and be happy. It worked for my parents. Well, apart from the divorce and all that. 

FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL (1994) dir. Mike Newell

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I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.

Bright Star (2009), dir. Jane Campion

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People say you are intimidating, I tell Michael Shannon. “Well, fuck them,” he growls. “Where do they live?”