"You should have tried harder."
I am you.
You are me.
First rule of me is: You do not talk about me.
Second rule of me is: You DO NOT talk about me.
This is sick.
I love it.
And we’re going to have a road trip.
In black and white.
Blue Moon is playing.
Someone is talking…to herself. A lot.
Her name is Jeanette.
She lived in New York with her husband and son.
They had tons of money.
She is now in San Francisco with her sister.
And she wants to be an interior decorator.
That’s why she is taking computer classes.
And a job in a dentist’s clinic.
Life is not always a bed of roses.
There’s also jasmine.
Someone had a breakdown.
Her name is Jasmine.
Blue Moon is still playing.
A sex-crazed, violent brother who ends up dead.
A manipulative mother who wants everyone dead.
An entertainer who pleasures her client by touching herself.
A local policeman who brings ‘justice’ using his sword.
And Julian. He who likes his hands tied. In certain situations.
Characters in monotone.
Is it weird that I find a certain kind of ‘calmness’ in something like sticking a sword in one’s throat?
Or is it weirder that I love watching people in shadows?
I prefer the latter.
Only God Forgives.
Raw. Simple. Real. Heli.
I don’t even know what to feel.
Solomon Northup’s freedom was taken away from him against his will.
It took him many years to get it back.
Steve McQueen’s 12 Years A Slave almost brought me to tears.