Louder Than BombsDVD - 2016
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Inconsequential fragments all present at once during his final seconds. Seconds that were not seconds any more but stretched out to minutes.Time suspended. Seconds that were not seconds any more but stretched out to minutes. Time suspended What could she have been thinking? What went through her mind when she realized the accident was unavoidable? She remembered lying on the beach, dozing off, feeling the wind, blowing grains of sand on her face, thinking that if she just kept still long enough it would end up covering her.
Well, she seems to be implying that, to believe that, wisdom comes with old age, is a myth. Wouldn't you agree?
I guess this story suits you perfectly though. 'cause then you can make her out to be the negligent parent and you can be like the perfect parent.
My agent thought that my good looks would hamper a serious acting career.
-You're career might be hampered? You're too attractive.That was your problem. Too attractive. Wow.
It was early and freezing. There was a group of men, preparing the burial of a young boy. Children were dying daily. I felt I had to get this one right. That this might convey something about what was going on. And there was this, man. I thought he had to be the boy's father. I was searching for some sign that it was okay to be there. That he accepted me. I'm faced with this every time. "Can I take a photo that tells their story?" The way they would if they could tell it? And is that my job? Or, shouldn't I instead use this family to tell something bigger and in some ways more important? At the risk of reducing them to an example, to victims. In times of war or extreme poverty, the codes for civilized behavior are suspended. And so-called normal life, nobody would go to a house where people are grieving and photograph them. I try to approach people with respect. I try not to speak too loud. Or move too fast.
You know, if I had a girl, I'd never lie to her.
-Yeah? Good luck with that.
You know, most of the other people I work with, they don't have anything to go back to. Like I have.
They're... They're like addicts. As soon as they go home, they want...
-Aren't you like that? ... to go, to leave again. Aren't you like that?
You had another fight with dad? Why don't you two get divorced already? Just, get it over with.
I saw a woman wearing mom's green sweater. Dad said it couldn't be her sweater. He didn't give her clothes to the salvation army, to avoid meeting her clothes like that. I remember mom giving me a hug in that sweater. It felt stiff, like I didn't want her to give me a hug. But, I really wanted her
to give me g hug.
One morning, you find yourself, somewhere in the world, doing what you believe in. What feels important. And then it is frustrating as hell because you can not wait to get back home again. And then you are home and ....They don't know how much they have changed, since last time you saw them. ... You have to learn all the names of the new things that they are interested in. Things that would change again a month from now. Television programs, films, you know. Foods, that they like now which they didn't like before. And uh... After a few days you feel better in the role. No, it's not even a role. You like it. They want you there. They love you. You can feel it. And you love them too. More than anything. But you still feel like you're in the way. And the way of what they usually do. Again you get the feeling that you're in the wrong place. It's not that they don't want you there. But... they don't really need you.
Mom once showed me how she could change the meaning of a picture by framing it differently.
Am I really that difficult to talk to?
-No. It's me. It's me too. It's difficult.
He could still many years from now recall the scene in all its detail. The lock of hair she carefully placed behind her ear. The way the washing label stuck out from the neck of her tank top.
And I'm telling you this because I love you, that girl is never gonna go for you in that way. I'm sorry, she's just not. It's not your fault. I mean it's not her fault either it's... It's high school and like the hierarchy here? The status of looks and social skills. All this bullshit is stricter here than anywhere else in the world.
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