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Jana 2023-09-27 14:06:53
Boring boring...
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Thea 2023-09-09 22:24:02
Just finished watching The Cake Eaters, a beautiful little movie about the American countryside as touching as What's Eating Gilbert Grape, the original sound is...
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Lupe 2023-09-06 14:59:18
"What exactly is a cake eater? The author Jayce Bartok says it's a term that was used in Pennsylvania where he grew up. It described the...
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Jensen 2023-08-26 14:28:04
you only get one chance for...'cause you're gonna remember it the rest of your...
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Rosella 2023-08-20 13:48:53
The storyline is bland, but...
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Kayden 2023-07-12 21:21:04
While everybody emotes dramatically all over the place, The Cake Eaters (a title that makes no sense) hopscotches between three interconnected romances—sweet Beagle and twitching, crippled Georgia; Easy and his pistol-packing mama, Marge; and Guy and...
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Emanuel 2023-06-29 19:39:08
The title of the film is meaningful. Maybe we all need to experience all kinds of life before we can finally learn...
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Liam 2023-06-21 18:37:21
I know that when you sit around him behind his motorcycle, you have the sweetness of the whole world. The cake of life, you have to taste it before you know it, the taste is in it. Life can be as sweet as you make it. OST is so good, it doesn't come...
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Alphonso 2023-05-13 15:20:45
What a beautiful poster + music. I admit I was uncomfortable seeing her in any...
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Seamus 2023-05-09 17:48:11
a mature and thoughtful drama...a cake for all......
The Cake Eaters Comments
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Violet: You know what, you are not going anywhere without your wheelchair.
Georgia: Mom, I don't need it yet.
Violet: Georgia, you are covered in bruises.
Georgia: I know that! I'm the one that's dying remember, it's not you.
Violet: What did you say?
Georgia: I just don't need you reminding me all the time.
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Marg: What are you thinking about my angel?
Georgia: Sex.
Marg: Whoa.
Georgia: It's supposed to be this huge deal right?
Marg: Uh huh.
Georgia: But is it really?
Marg: It can be really beautiful. And it can be very not beautiful.
Georgia: How old were you when you... when you first... when you lost it.
Marg: Georgia, where is this going? I mean, I was seventeen... sixteen... ok, I was fifteen. It was in an alley behind my parents house in upper St. Clair with a boy named Johnny Usiff. He was Russian. Very handsome. I was drunk so I don't remember a whole lot about it. In case you're getting any ideas I suggest you wipe them from your mind. Sugar, we don't have such great luck in this family.
