Pentru ca am predat licenta la secretariat, pentru ca am refuzat sa o mai deschid cateva zile si pentru ca dupa o agitatie constanta m-am trezit marti dimineata ca nu mai am nimic de facut si ca am o gramada de timp liber, am decis sa zac doua zile si sa ma uit la filme. Nu orice filme. Cu cat mai dramatica povestea de iubire, cu atat mai mare interesul meu pentru film. Si dupa mai multe incercari de filme destul de silly am dat peste „Two Days in Paris” si „The Holiday”. Sincer, I loved them. Si pentru ca mi-au placut cateva replici, am hotarat ca e „a must” sa le postez.
Dupa multe rasturnari de situatie si multe incurcaturi, chiar si mai multi nervi din partea mea pentru ca am gasit „Two Days in Paris” intr-o singura varianta, anume dublata in limba germana, mi-a atras atentia monologul protagonistei, de la finalul filmului:
„One more, one less, another wasted love story. I really loved this one. When I think that it’s over, that I’ll never see him again like this. Well yes, I’ll bump into him and we’ll meet the new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together. Then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we’ll forget each other completely…almost.
Always the same for me. Break up, break down, drink up, fool around, meet one guy than another, fuck around to forget the one and only, than after a few months of total emptiness, I start again to look for true love. Desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There is a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break up. And even if this person bugs you 60 percent of the time, well you still can leave without him. And even if he wakes you every day by sneezing right in your face…well, you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses”.
Mergand cam pe aceiasi linie, una din personaleje principale din „The Holiday” spune cateva lucruri dragute, de asemenea intr-un monolog:
„It turned out that he wasn’t in love with me like I thought. What I’m trying to say is that I understand the feeling of being as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache you in places you didn’t know you had inside you. Then doesn’t matter how many haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and he’ll show up at your door.
And after all that, however hard that might be you go somewhere new and you’ll meet people that make you feel worthy again and little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted…that will eventually begin to fade.”
Hope you enjoyed! 🙂 Si daca inca nu v-am convins aveti aici scena finala din „Two Days in Paris”.