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a shallow and pretentious male narrator whos supposed to fall in love with a manic pixie girl takes a wrong turn, and bumps into another shallow and pretentious male narrator, they fall in love instead

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Paris, Texas (Wim Wenders, 1984).

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Buffalo ‘66 (1998)

Directed by Vincent Gallo Cinematography by Lance Acord

“We are a couple that doesn’t touch.”

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John Baldessari - Films Transferred to Video 1972-1977

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Ikiru (1952, Akira Kurosawa)

The authentic source of the quote now attributed to Bob Ross because someone deleted the caption on that post.

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Le temps qui reste (2005, dir. François Ozon)

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Submarine (2010) dir. Richard Ayoade

“I suppose it won’t matter when I’m 38, but I’m upset about it.”

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A Man Vanishes | Shôhei Imamura | 1967

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Watching a super hero movie directed by a woman is like putting glasses on for the first time.

I didn’t realize how much I had to squint through the “male gaze” till suddenly, miraculously, I didn’t have to.

There were absolutely NO eye candy shots of Diana. There were Amazons with ageing skin and crows feet and not ONE of them wore armor that was a glorified corset. When Diana did the superhero landing, her thigh jiggled onscreen.

Did you hear me? HER FUCKING THIGH JIGGLED. Wonder Woman’s thigh jiggled on a 20-foot tall screen in front of everyone.

Because she wasn’t there to make men drool. She wasn’t there to be sexy and alluring and flirt her way to victory, and that means she has big, muscular thighs, and when they absorb the impact of a superhero landing, they jiggle, and.that’s.WONDERFUL.

Thank you, Patty Jenkins, for giving me a movie about a woman, told by a woman,so I can see it through my eyes, not some dude bro who’s there for boobs and butts.

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Having your heart broken is a tremendous way to learn about the world. 

20th Century Women (2016, dir. Mike Mills)

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I always thought one minute flies by. But sometimes it really lingers on. Once, a person pointed at his watch and said to me, that because of that minute, he’d always remember me. It was so charming listening to that. But now I look at my watch and tell myself that I have to forget this man starting this very minute.

Days of Being Wild (1990) Dir. Wong Kar-wai

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Birdman by James Bousema

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Pickpocket | Robert Bresson | 1959

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All Night Long (1962), Basil Dearden