Life is a single skip for joy

Claudie 2022-01-24 08:01:17

To my delightful amazement, though after a great deal of sarcastic depression of THE TOURIST, I found this little unconventional romance, Dedication, that has me refilled to pick up a pen and started writing again.

As a matter of fact, it was the name of this movie, or to be more preciously, its translation version in Chinese "Illustration & Affection" (meaning "Illustration & Affection" literally) that got me interested in the very first place. A dancing flow of beautiful and delicate illustrations and stretches was certainly my initiative in downloading the movie and thus something I was expecting during it. However, funny enough, there are only a few stretches appearing, which can be described neither "beautiful" nor "delicate". But what's funnier is my focus has been subconsciously switched on to the story.

This movie is not a typical Hollywood blockbuster romantic comedy which, as we all know, includes extremely "hot"(either way works here) stars as cast, international places of interest as shooting locations, brightly beautiful colors in prints, etc. Dedication, perhaps due to the limited budget, looks more quiet, cool and down to earth. Even the jokes there sounds sarcastically funny: a writer and an illustrator get the idea for a children's book when watching a porn movie in theater.

There are quite a few other examples of such paradoxes in this movie. A pedophilia-looking senior citizen named Rudy turns out to be a kind-hearted writer who genuinely cares about children. Dressed like a desperate divorcee, he actually "fucking loves life" and looks up to its bright side more than most people around. Yes, things aren't always the way they appear, as we all know. And life, as in people's eyes, is being defined variously. Rudy's version, as he whispers at the last moment of his journey, says "Life is a single skip for joy."

At the near end of this movie is a particular shot that grabbed my attention. Looking at the two items lying in his bag, a leaf of dedication that can prove his rival cheated on the girl he loves, and the little stone that he re- found after day-and-night digging, Henry hesitates for a sec and chooses to show her the stone. I was thinking, what would I choose to show if I were him at that moment? Obviously, the dedication could easily wake her up and further stop her from being with that liar boyfriend. But does that mean she'll come back to me afterwards immediately? Does destroying my enemy mean the final victory of me?!

No, it depends not on what we destroy or deny, but on what we build and embrace.

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Dedication quotes

  • Henry: I've spent my whole life... wanting something... and doing my very best not to find it. Never even going near the places it might be... And suddenly, I've got the goddamn thing practically chained around my neck.

    Lucy: What are you talking about?

    Henry: You. You. You're the, you're the... You're, you're- you're the goddamn thing. Ahhh, uh. I mean... You're, you're. I can't describe you... uhh, I don't, I don't write that kind of shit, I write... You know, the people who write, who write the real books, the love books, and the poems, and even those stupid little fucking novels with the hunky assholes on the cover...

    Lucy: Stop...

    Henry: You know it? You know what I'm talking about? You know - you're like Princess shit! You know? Fairytales. You know what I'm saying? The million guys are after and you're blinded by your beauty kind of shit. Real big stuff. You know, that just - even, we got the dick that kidnaps you and sticks you in a cave and you're guarded by a five-headed dragon, you know and the tales of your plight are spread throughout the land and all the guys go and put on their shoes so they can see what's up and none of them have the balls to save her except for me. I would go through anything... for you. And still, there I was looking for a way not to see it. Anything. Money...

    Lucy: You stupid idiot.

    Henry: Yeah.

    Lucy: Yes.

    Henry: Yeah... big fat stupid idiot.

    Lucy: I hope you're better to the next one.

    Henry: No - wait...

    [he digs in his bag and decides not to give her the dedication to Simone, but grabs the pebble he had given her and then thrown back onto the beach and went back for later]

    Henry: It was easy to find... it's the only one like it.

    Lucy: You broke my heart, Henry. I don't think you can trust people. You always have to find something wrong. I'm just... I'm sorry. I'll miss you.

  • Henry: I can't.

    Lucy: Yes, you can.

    Henry: We have to work.

    Lucy: Right now?

    Henry: Lucy, come on please. It's going to get very complicated. Ahh, it's going to get so complicated.

    Lucy: Do you just genuinely dislike me, Henry?

    Henry: A week ago, I didn't give a rat's ass about nebulas and now I can't get enough of them. Ok?

    Lucy: Nebulae.

    Henry: What?

    Lucy: It's nebulae... not nebulas.

    Henry: Ok, fine. I don't care about nebulas. You know accuse me of whatever you want, I'm probably guilty of it... contributing to global warming, and killing a squirrel once, and using the word retarded, and occasionally misinterpreted bigotry, but don't, don't... don't don't don't don't don't accuse me of not liking you. Ok?

    Lucy: I understand.