A free masonry of cinephiles...

I'd come to Paris for a year to study French. But it was here that I got my real education. I became a member of what in those days was kind of a free masonry. A free masonry of cinephiles... what we'd call "film buffs." I was one of the insatiables...  the ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen.
 Why do we sit so close?  Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first... when they were still new, still fresh... before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us... before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator... until worn-out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp... it returned to the projectionist's cabin.Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.

The Dreamers (2003) by Bernardo Bertolucci

She ruined everything.

Marla: This is cancer, right?

Jack: And she ruined everything.

The Fight Club (1999) by David Fincher

Water for Elephants - Trailer

As a young man, Jacob Jankowski was tossed by fate onto a rickety train that was home to the Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth. It was the early part of the great Depression, and for Jacob, now ninety, the circus world he remembers was both his salvation and a living hell. A veterinary student just shy of a degree, he was put in charge of caring for the circus menagerie.

It was there that he met Marlena, the beautiful equestrian star married to August the charismatic but twisted animal trainer. And he met Rosie, an un-trainable elephant who was the great gray hope for this third-rate traveling show. The bond that grew among this unlikely trio was one of love and trust, and, ultimately, it was their only hope for survival.

Wish me a happy Valentine's Day when you call!

Clem: Two Blue Ruins.

Joel: Thank you.

Clem: Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant. I'm just kidding! Come on! You're kinda closed-mouthed, aren't you?

Joel: I'm sorry. It's just, My life isn't that - Interesting. I go to work, I come home. Don't know what to say. You should read my journal. I mean, it's just... Blank.

Clem: Really? Does that make you sad or anxious? I mean, I'm always anxious, thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, taking advantage of every possibility, making sure I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.

Joel: I think about that.

Clem: Yeah? You're really nice.

Joel: Ohh!

Clem: God, I have to stop saying that. I'm gonna marry you. I know it.

Joel: Um... okay.

Clem: Joel, You should come up to the Charles with me sometime. It gets frozen this time of year.

Joel: That sounds scary.

Clem: Exactly. I'll pack a picnic. A night picnic. Night picnic are different. And, um, We could--

Joel: Sounds good. But I-- I should, uh, go. Now.

Clem: You should stay.

Joel: No, I really-- I'm-- I-- I have to get up so early.

Clem: I would like you to call me. Would you do that? I would like it.

Joel: Yes.

Clem: Wish me a happy Valentine's Day when you call! That'd be nice.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) by Michel Gondry

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Artwork

Welcome to Wonderland

Sean: So, is Ali short for anything?

Ali Rose: Oh, yeah, it's short for Alice.

Sean: Alice, hm? Well, welcome to Wonderland.

Burlesque (2010) by Steve Antin

I'm OK

Once upon a time there was a girl

In her early years she had to learn

How to grow up living in a war that she called home

Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm

Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face

I would cry up in my room

Hoping it would be over soon

Bruises fade, but the pain remains the same

And I still remember how you kept me so afraid

Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday

And I'm OK

I often wonder why I carry all this guilt

When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built

Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door

The echo of a broken child screaming "please no more"

Don't you understand the damage you have done

To you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on

It's not so easy to forget

All the lines you left along her neck

When I was thrown against cold stairs

And every day I'm afraid to come home

In fear of what I might see there

Let the Right One In / Let me In

Prefiero rotundamente la versión sueca. Aunque el remake americano es muy fiel se vuelve aburrido... ya que son las mismas escenas, casi los mismos dialogos, pero sin la misma calidad de suspenso ni actuaciones!

Creo que ni la vale la pena subir una entrada de Let me In, me quedo con Let the Right One In.

Hit harder than you dare, then they'll stop.

Oskar: Short, long, long, short, long...

Eli: Short, long, long, short, long.

Oskar: Exactly. Here...

 Eli: What happened to you? There...

 Oskar: Some classmates... where do you go to school?

 Eli: Oskar, listen... hit back. You've never hit back...

Have you? So do it. Hit back. Hard.

 Oskar: There are three of them.

 Eli: Hit back even harder. Hit harder than you dare, then they'll stop.

 Oskar: What if?

 Eli: Then I'll help you. I can do that.

Låt den Rätte Komma in (2008) by Tomas Alfredson

I want to be left alone.

Eli: So you're back. I want to be left alone.

 Oskar: So do I.

 Eli: Then go home.

 Oskar: You go home, I've lived here way longer than you.

 Eli:  What's that? 

Oskar: This? It's a Rubik's cube.

 Eli: Is it some kind of puzzle?

 Oskar: Yeah... want to try? You can give it back tomorrow.

 Eli: I might not be here tomorrow.

 Oskar: The day after, then. But that's it.

 Eli: How do you do it?

 Oskar: You want each side to be a solid color. Like this... you smell funny. Aren't you cold?

 Eli: No.

 Oskar: Why not?

 Eli: I guess I've forgotten how.

 Oskar: See you tomorrow.

Låt den Rätte Komma in (2008) by Tomas Alfredson

I can't be your friend.

Oskar: What are you staring at? Well? Are you looking at me? Well, fuck off! 

What's your problem? Are you scared? So, scream. Squeal!

 Eli: What are you doing?

 Oskar: Nothing. Do you live here?

 Eli:  Yeah... I live right here, in the jungle gym.

 Oskar: Seriously, where do you live?

 Eli: Next door to you.

 Oskar: How do you know where I live?

 Eli: Just so you know, I can't be your friend.

 Oskar: What do you mean?

 Eli: Does there have to be a reason? That's just the way it is.

 Oskar: Are you so sure that I want to be your friend?

Låt den Rätte Komma in (2008) by Tomas Alfredson

What kind of books would that be?

Police Man: The police have ways to determine foul play...  Do you remember that fire in Ängby? A house burned down and a body was found inside.  We knew that the fire had been set to conceal the fact that the person had been murdered beforehand.  So, how could they know that?

 Oskar: Well...

 Police Man: Go ahead.

 Oskar: There was no smoke in the lungs of the person who died.

 Police Man: That's correct. Did you figure that out right now?

 Oskar: No, I read a lot...

 Police Man: What kind of books would that be?

 Oskar: Newspapers and things like that...

Låt den Rätte Komma in (2008) by Tomas Alfredson

For a few seconds.

  Eli pressed a kiss on Oskar’s lips.

For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli’s eyes.

And what he saw was… Himself.

Only much better, more handsome, 

 stronger than what he thought of himself.

Seen with love. For a few seconds.

Are you a vampire?

Oskar: Are you a vampire?

Eli: I live off blood... Yes.

Oskar: Are you...dead?

Eli: No. Can't you tell?

 Oskar: But... are you old?

 Eli: I'm twelve. But I've been twelve for a long time.

Låt den Rätte Komma in (2008) by Tomas Alfredson