View more about Leaves of Grass reviews
Blades of Grass - Which One
Shanon 2022-03-23 09:03:22
My favorite actor of schizophrenia and multiple personalities is a film brought by Edward Norton last year. It is another one person who plays two roles and plays opposite roles. They are two brothers. A cynical drug dealer. . . The film's portrayal of the human heart is really good. It criticizes and satirizes reality, the gap between people, the escape from the heart, and the final release. . . I really like many of Norton's films. I can watch them patiently and at ease every time, and I always feel very good.
Extended Reading
-
Avis 2022-03-26 09:01:13
1-Compared to the beginning, the ending is overdone 2-There is always such an actor who doesn't like it.
-
Herminio 2022-03-28 09:01:13
I like to find the feeling of surprise in a down-to-earth movie. The starring of absolute strength, the country music interspersed in the film, and the philosophy of life revealed in the dialogue, these are the good things about this film. Without fancy packaging, the whole film starts from real life, let us think about our own life together.
-
Janet: You still leaving tomorrow.
Bill Kincaid: I think so.
Janet: I'll miss you.
Bill Kincaid: And we barely know each other.
Janet: "You have not known what you are. You have slumbered upon yourself all your life. Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time. What you have done returns already in mockeries. The mockeries are not you. Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk."
Bill Kincaid: [absorbing what she'd just quoted] Who was that?
Janet: Walt Whitman.
Bill Kincaid: I don't think I ever imagined hearing him recited to me by a girl gutting a 40 pound catfish.
Janet: That's exactly how he should be recited. He wrote without rhyme or meter. Free verse. Just whatever he felt inside coming out in one intricate rhythm. Pure unashamed passion, without definable restriction.
Bill Kincaid: I'm sorry, see, I have a few issues with that.
Janet: Why?
Bill Kincaid: Because some have dared to suggest that even poetry has rules.
Janet: Or you make your own.
Bill Kincaid: Right there, that's the part I never bought into.
Janet: Because?
Bill Kincaid: If everybody runs around making their own rules, how can you ever find what's true? There's nothing... there's nothing to rely on.
Janet: "One night, I split my cicada skin, devoured your leaves, knowing no poison, no law of nourishment in that larval blindness, a hunger finally true."
Bill Kincaid: Who's that?
Janet: That's me.
-
Brady Kincaid: I ain't gonna manufacture or purvey anything that I ain't gonna ingest into my own sweet self.