Such a hopeful movie

Diego 2022-03-24 09:03:41

First of all, I watched this movie because of the rarer and rarer movies available to watch online for free and I didn't have the chance to download it, so of the few movies I had, I was drawn to the strange name. Of course, I don't like the translation of the blade of grass in this way. Perhaps, it is more suitable for sentient beings like weeds.

If this is a novel, in fact, the plot is very full, and there are many places that can be described in depth. I like poetic movies. Whether it’s those quotes or the irony represented by the incident of the female student, maybe it’s actually a kind of rhetoric, all kinds of subjunctive moods, all kinds of interchangeable styles, isn’t it like poetry?

Marijuana in the movie is of course also a highlight, creating a topical and engaging backdrop. To be honest, it's hard to find organic marijuana like that.

Life is not a circle, go out and return to the origin.

It's not to say that everything is complete in the end, but isn't that what life is like, in a kind of restoration that can be regarded as a sacrifice, and it ends up in peace. We all don't know if it's degradation or progress? Should you cry or laugh?


By the way, Norton has always been a very good actor, both good and evil, very literary, and very pitiful.

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Extended Reading
  • Madelyn 2022-03-28 09:01:13

    Not perfect, but very impressive!

  • Icie 2022-03-28 09:01:13

    It's okay at the front, but the screenwriter is funny at the back

Leaves of Grass quotes

  • 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.