will you remember me?

Holden 2022-11-07 05:11:31

Separately, the editing of the movie is a bit messy but the actresses are so good. Knowing that Judy Garland was because of the Stonewall Movement, I couldn't bear to read about her life experience, and after watching the movie, I felt that she was a waste of flowers and willows. I watched it twice, and then watched it again after a long period of time. I cried twice, not for anything else, but for the love between idols and fans that I could empathize with. The first time was when I saw Judy thank her two fans (a gay couple) after the show, and asked them to have dinner together. The clubs were closed in the middle of the night, and the fans could only invite her to their house. The two were very fond of Judy. Treasure, exuding joy, Judy sings for the two and hugs them, for this unrecognized life and this precious nameless love. The second time was at the end of the film. The two fans were initially told that there was no Judy tonight. Judy was nostalgic for the stage and ran to sing the last song. When they heard Judy's voice, the two immediately walked into the theater again. Sitting and smiling, the smile belongs to our fans. The last song was the famous "over the rainbow". Judy sang on stage until she cried and couldn't sing anymore. Fans stood up to continue the song for her, and there was a continuous singing in the theater. I'm so touched, maybe this is the love between idols and fans, even if idols are riddled with holes in their lives, there is still a cherished love from strangers, a love that will never be forgotten.

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Judy quotes

  • Louis B. Mayer: Your name is Frances Gumm. You're a fat-ankled, snag-toothed rube from Grand Rapids. Your father was a faggot, and your mother only cares about what I think of you. Now do you remember who you are, Judy?

  • [first lines]

    Louis B. Mayer: What do you see beyond this wall? Picture it. You've got an imagination; go ahead. What I see is a small town in the Midwest. A handful of churches, somewhere for the farmers to get drunk together. Maybe a salon for their wives to do their hair on the holidays. I visit these places. These are the people who send us our profits. Who send us your wages. I make movies, Judy, but it's your job to give those people dreams. The economy is in the gutter, and they pay for you. And I'll tell you something else: In every one of those towns, believe me, there's a girl who's prettier than you. Maybe their nose is a little thinner at the bridge; they have better teeth than you; or they're taller, or slimmer. Only you have something none of those pretty girls can ever have. You know what that is?

    Young Judy: No, sir.

    Louis B. Mayer: You have that voice. It will maybe take you to Oz. Some place none of those pretty girls can ever go.

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