The Cake Eaters Comments

  • Alexa 2022-09-02 13:26:26

    Life can be as sweet as you make...

  • Vanessa 2022-08-21 12:27:55

    Good movie and good OST. Kristen Stewart's short hair is so...

  • Jordyn 2022-07-12 23:43:14

    If we know when to hold it on and when to let it go, the world could be surrounded by...

  • Jacynthe 2022-07-12 19:04:04

    Everyone in life has their own little sadness. It's very real and life is better than expected... After ellen page, kristen stewart is my second dislike...

  • Chauncey 2022-07-12 16:29:01

    Who will believe the nonsense that "happiness is so simple, even if you are...

  • Evangeline 2022-07-12 15:41:02

    People will use the idiom Let them eat cake to say "look at other people's hardships with a frivolous attitude" or "I don't care about those people's affairs", which should be the little people portrayed in the movie who live in quiet and relatively backward areas. I always feel that some parts of the movie have not been well touched, and several characters have drawn a shape. As for the flesh and bones and the communication between the characters, there is not...

  • Turner 2022-07-12 12:38:09

    but life can be as sweet as you make it...all you gonna do is take it and enjoy...

Extended Reading

The Cake Eaters quotes

  • 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.

  • 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.